<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:46:10.031+08:00</updated><category term='untitled 0.1'/><title type='text'>the . riddles .._</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>444</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-6326267028321365459</id><published>2008-12-21T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:15:32.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SU4WS64a7II/AAAAAAAAAGc/VzS9WwjIVSc/s1600-h/DSC01854+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282183927251528834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SU4WS64a7II/AAAAAAAAAGc/VzS9WwjIVSc/s400/DSC01854+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282184688036852690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SU4W_NBxs9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/EGW1yX1AzfM/s400/DSC01853+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SU4WSc6tH4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/YRCb_qJdoDo/s1600-h/DSC01861+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282183919208046466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SU4WSc6tH4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/YRCb_qJdoDo/s400/DSC01861+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SU4VH6tttYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/767kwryLELU/s1600-h/DSC01859+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282182638716433794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SU4VH6tttYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/767kwryLELU/s400/DSC01859+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-6326267028321365459?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6326267028321365459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=6326267028321365459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6326267028321365459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6326267028321365459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SU4WS64a7II/AAAAAAAAAGc/VzS9WwjIVSc/s72-c/DSC01854+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-7178419411480912562</id><published>2008-11-08T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:31:35.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRVcTYJ_O-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ph8GsTswzNI/s1600-h/DSC01221+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266216827251276770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRVcTYJ_O-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ph8GsTswzNI/s320/DSC01221+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRVcTAwxyBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xPb6Qci18Pw/s1600-h/DSC01193+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266216820971522066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRVcTAwxyBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xPb6Qci18Pw/s320/DSC01193+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRVcSuFpTBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3YAcUBPG5wI/s1600-h/DSC01194+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266216815958772754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRVcSuFpTBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3YAcUBPG5wI/s320/DSC01194+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRVcSbnSEZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/59ch9V0Yg68/s1600-h/DSC00921+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266216810999583122" style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRVcSbnSEZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/59ch9V0Yg68/s320/DSC00921+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;shara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-7178419411480912562?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7178419411480912562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=7178419411480912562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/7178419411480912562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/7178419411480912562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/shara_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRVcTYJ_O-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/ph8GsTswzNI/s72-c/DSC01221+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-8046203195777173027</id><published>2008-11-06T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:26:42.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRK35eAusSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qYWWu08tpM8/s1600-h/DSC01381+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265473112286081314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRK35eAusSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qYWWu08tpM8/s320/DSC01381+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRK348B0XjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MPwyQOHn9Ms/s1600-h/DSC01385+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265473103163842098" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRK348B0XjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MPwyQOHn9Ms/s320/DSC01385+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRK33W-DGsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zWSCJJGDgbs/s1600-h/DSC01394+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265473076036049602" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRK33W-DGsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zWSCJJGDgbs/s320/DSC01394+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRK34D-6PgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ki-5qRz1HA0/s1600-h/DSC01076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265473088119258626" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRK34D-6PgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ki-5qRz1HA0/s320/DSC01076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRK30ML8v8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/zy6HxkFFHZM/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265473021601955778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRK30ML8v8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/zy6HxkFFHZM/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-8046203195777173027?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8046203195777173027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=8046203195777173027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/8046203195777173027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/8046203195777173027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/shara.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SRK35eAusSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qYWWu08tpM8/s72-c/DSC01381+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-6780944157756094439</id><published>2008-09-16T03:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T03:28:32.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SM625KyNA0I/AAAAAAAAADE/GApUC2jim30/s1600-h/DSC00864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246331709196927810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SM625KyNA0I/AAAAAAAAADE/GApUC2jim30/s320/DSC00864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i thought this was nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they did the heart shaped candle thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when all flames subsided.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only 2 remaining flames &lt;em&gt;stood together&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-6780944157756094439?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6780944157756094439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=6780944157756094439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6780944157756094439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6780944157756094439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-2.html' title='Just 2.'/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/SM625KyNA0I/AAAAAAAAADE/GApUC2jim30/s72-c/DSC00864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-8862798908078647560</id><published>2008-01-01T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T14:37:46.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, i'm blogging. yes, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year and serioulsy, it doesn't feel the same. We're still in the middle of a school term and everyday feels normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i would remember about the last few days of 2007 was that i had an emotional ride, for which im not at liberty to blame anyone. it just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However celebration was still fun as usual, with loved ones. ( zai and babe i knw i owe you guys a LOT )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im just here to tell you that im moving, like SERIOUSLY moving to LIVEJOURNAL. blogger is being such a pain .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will inform you of the new address.. maybe i will .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crossroads are way behind me now , i've chosen a path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-8862798908078647560?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8862798908078647560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=8862798908078647560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/8862798908078647560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/8862798908078647560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2008/01/yes-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-6950535452219479956</id><published>2007-11-10T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:56:36.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RzSRLeSE5SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tAtB6vmtw2U/s1600-h/DSC00066+-+Copy+copy_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130885501775308066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RzSRLeSE5SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tAtB6vmtw2U/s320/DSC00066+-+Copy+copy_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-6950535452219479956?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6950535452219479956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=6950535452219479956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6950535452219479956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6950535452219479956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RzSRLeSE5SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tAtB6vmtw2U/s72-c/DSC00066+-+Copy+copy_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-968356830346840073</id><published>2007-10-10T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:25:10.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's one of those moments where you just don't like the way the world keeps on revolving . hols will be over in 2 weeks time . im quitting tp ambassadors. yes, you read me right . ( pls don't ask me why . ) and next week everyone will be busy with the new school term except me . hmph . and i've got to prepare atleast 200 bucks for the books necessary ? gdness .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want everything back to normal days . who am i kidding ! like thats ever going to happen . been a lazy ass this week . sorry ppl .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made cheesecake and forgot to add EGGS . darn . who could do better at being a retardate than me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i just got the news from roy that he got into the airforce and got his scholarship . im so happy i want to jump and cry ! of course all thanks to God , for answering our prayers . now im finally relieved . awesome day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i miss justin .&lt;/span&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Michael Buble - Lost &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watched the whole thing fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I never saw the right man was on the wall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I don't land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Days were slipping past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That the good things never last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you were crying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summer turned to winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the snow it turned to rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the rain turned into tears upon your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hardly recognized the girl you are today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And god I hope it's not too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause you are not alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always there with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll get lost together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till the light comes pouring through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause when you feel like you're done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the darkness has won&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babe, you're not lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your worlds crashing down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can't bear to fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said, babe, you're not lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life can show no mercy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It can tear your soul apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It can make you feel like you've gone crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things have seem to changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's one thing that's still the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my heart you have remained&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we can fly fly fly away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause you are not alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I am there with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll get lost together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till the light comes pouring through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause when you feel like you're done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the darkness has won&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babe, you're not lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the worlds crashing down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can not bear to crawl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said, baby, you're not lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya ,&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-968356830346840073?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/968356830346840073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=968356830346840073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/968356830346840073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/968356830346840073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-one-of-those-moments-where-you-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-5300393690687089545</id><published>2007-09-27T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T02:10:45.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;under &lt;u&gt;extreme&lt;/u&gt; PEER pressure have i finally succumbed to liven up this dead blog/web page that you, my peers have been faithfully visiting . yes, suprise . I've updated and you should jolly well eliminate the idea of closing this window, because i've got heaps to say and you've got piles to read.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;let's first address my holidays . it's been more than a month that i've been rotting at home . not taking into account the days i left my house for dinner with The People and the occasional cca 'thing' . the rest of the days are simply simple . i am still struggling with the company of both the guitar and organ . books have been playing a bigger part now . television ? i could memorise the programs for different days .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays aren't so great afterall . not for me i daresay . it leads me to massive thinking . massive guilt . massive confusion . massive uncertainty . for what ? of what ? about what ? i hoped i could ask you that . maybe i should start fasting too and regain my stability in life; spiritually, emotionally and physically too . aidah and dian , we need to go out real soon . wanna hear how things have been !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets set aside holidays . i am surely looking forward to the next semester . have to work extra extra harder and diligently to pull up my gpa . ( i think im gonna have sorethroat when i wake up next morning .. ) im letting go of business ambassadors . disturbingly . i feel so comfortable with them but i just can't commit . 29th will mark the end of my probation period in pacesetters. if i do not get in , then i'll be cca-less . i miss TP .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little reminder to myself : pls call CPS . urgent .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can a woman die of over-fornication ?? initially if it had been rape then it would begin in pain . but more of the same thing that caused pain , could cause pleasure too . so could she die from over dosage of pleasure ?? the book got me started on this . i just can't help wondering . then why are full time prostitutes still alive ?? not that i want them buried six feet under . i understand their woes and their marketable skills .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think john grisham it an awesome storyteller . im still in awe of the previous book i had read . wonderfully and spotlessly plotted . beautiful .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways . the mood pendulum has been incorporated in me recently . should be the holiday blues . or the weather ? of course it's not me . never . lols . maybe i just miss fathona . what'd ya say ? maybe . i think that'll be enough for today's post . all the best for my darlings with their promos and sub papers . my heartfelt wishes to all the september babies . and sorry im not always there .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i'm seriously thinking of closing the crossed roads in my life .&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: it means im planning to close this blog, you .. * insert fanciful name here *&lt;br /&gt;p.p.ps: did you see timberlake's love stoned video ??? the way he just stares and looks so love stoned makes me go crazy... awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shara* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-5300393690687089545?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5300393690687089545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=5300393690687089545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/5300393690687089545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/5300393690687089545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/09/under-extreme-peer-pressure-have-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-1045050434937277591</id><published>2007-09-06T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:58:32.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was enjoyable i'd say . &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/Rt7toPlpApI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GnDYk2jGuMo/s1600-h/untitled23.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106780303119680146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="228" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/Rt7toPlpApI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GnDYk2jGuMo/s320/untitled23.bmp" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahs. i just wanna think back and laugh to myself. all the dumb stuff we did and talked about . to my dearest 4e2 , though we are far apart now .. the times spent with you guys are sure to be tresured !! class dinner rocked ? lols. yups . just the table arrangement came in the way . chalet ? prolly' soon !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im soo tired right now ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-1045050434937277591?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1045050434937277591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=1045050434937277591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/1045050434937277591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/1045050434937277591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-was-enjoyable-id-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/Rt7toPlpApI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GnDYk2jGuMo/s72-c/untitled23.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-6550471540667301525</id><published>2007-09-02T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:10:57.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;allowing myself to divulge in the darkness . i start wondering . it's been not too long . but the days from my last entry feels like eternity . will 2 days be enough just to know everything about her life ? she keeps on questioning herself about what she has gotten herself into untill she's confused about what is right and .. what is not . i sympathize with her completely . It's like deriving an answer by yourself without any assurance or clue that it is indeed right . Yes you made the wrong choice before and the majority pointed it out .What if this time, this choice was wrong but the majority also got it wrong ? and they just agreed along with that choice ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;scary aint it ? this is how the real world gonna be , scary .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if there are 3 judges and 1 innocent man . if 2 judges agree that the man is guilty although he is honestly promisingly innocent .. then how ? He'll be guilty then . The world is once again, scary . By the way, you might be that man .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here's something from &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;psychotic friend&lt;/em&gt; of mine . =x !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rules and Regulations&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player of this game starts of by giving 10 weird things about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who gets tagged, needs to write in their blog of their own weird things as well as state the rules clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the game, list 5 people to be tagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 weird things about Sham;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.   I think gays are very attractive people .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.   I will suddenly stop talking and start thinking . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.   I like to go to sleep , after disturbing people .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.   I like to bathe in the middle of the night/ very early morning ? ( 2am )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.   I can sleep with my books all over my bed  .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.   I like long &amp; lonely bus rides .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.   I don't mind shopping alone .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.   I get cold easily even if it's sunny out there .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.   I call people's name for no particular reason .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. I like to draw on my room walls . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;alrighty . done ! hmms , now 5 ppl ?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a. NITHYA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;b. JASMINE LEU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;c. BERNICE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;d. HAI TING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e. &lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im done for now ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-6550471540667301525?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6550471540667301525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=6550471540667301525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6550471540667301525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6550471540667301525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/09/allowing-myself-to-divulge-in-darkness.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-3485813531772699338</id><published>2007-08-28T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:29:49.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macroeconomics ? way &lt;u&gt;OVER &lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;principles of management ? &lt;u&gt;OVER&lt;/u&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legal systems and methods 1 ? &lt;u&gt;OVER&lt;/u&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;randomness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"old people are funny.. " -Levi . ( &lt;em&gt;without a doubt ! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"i thought old people shrink ?!" - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shara&lt;/span&gt;* . ( &lt;em&gt;Levi begs to differ ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;and the conversation continues &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( can't update now.. conference with 2 other cockatoos !! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shara&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-3485813531772699338?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3485813531772699338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=3485813531772699338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/3485813531772699338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/3485813531772699338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/08/macroeconomics-way-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-4930845574844179066</id><published>2007-08-27T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:37:50.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey All !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Shamini here . Just to let you know that there'll be an upcoming 4e2'o6 class outing ! Well, more like class dinner . Here are the details :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venue: Seoul Garden @ Taka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Date: o5 September o7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time : 6pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minimum amt to bring : atleast $30&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Send in your comfirmation by : o1 September 07 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass the message and forward this mail to anyone i have missed out as i don't have everyone's email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to bring up anything regarding this class dinner, do reply this mail or contact me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirm via sms/email to : &lt;br /&gt;Huzainie @ &lt;a href="mailto:da_blackbeast@hotmail.com"&gt;da_blackbeast@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or  me @ &lt;a href="mailto:cziley@hotmail.com"&gt;cziley@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-4930845574844179066?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4930845574844179066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=4930845574844179066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/4930845574844179066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/4930845574844179066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-all-this-is-shamini-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-115264372808767759</id><published>2007-08-25T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T02:08:55.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time passed so quickly . if only i could lay in your embrace .. and never had to leave .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; love, are you here to stay &lt;u&gt;for sure&lt;/u&gt; ??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i looked at the overall group marks and im very disapponited. i mean, why did they light those fake hopes in us when we were just going to get a B ? all that celebration for .. this ??? how could you say we did better than the group which got A last year and then give us a B ??? siighs. nevermind . can i cry ? i feel very very demotivated . very . can i .. change course ? or maybe .. stop school ? i am grateful that we aleast got a B .. but .. you just won't understand !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how dear mr group leader is . it's over and im glad we had fun doing the project work . grades can never perfectly reflect our hardwork ya . losing my hope over lsm though .. ms lim .. why ?! the only reason im studying for lsm is because i don't want to let you down .. ok. PERIOD time to move on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today ( i mean friday ), was .. a beautiful day . thanks to tommie, donuts and love ? hahas . no thanks to long waiting time and the hot/humid weather . IF ONLY I HAD NO EXAMS ! eurgh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to eleborate, sorry . lazy. and it's 5 mins to 2am once again . gdness .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and he sings.. " im sorry i took so long .. " .&lt;br /&gt;now it's my turn, " im sorry &lt;strong&gt;im&lt;/strong&gt; taking even longer . " .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-115264372808767759?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/115264372808767759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=115264372808767759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115264372808767759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115264372808767759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-passed-so-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-3705644338000322815</id><published>2007-08-24T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T02:22:19.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the mugging is really making me go bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was well, good in a way . studied until i forgot to have lunch and dinner .. and i didn't feel hungry at all . just worried for econs . i hope all this would pay off next week and then i have all the time for all my loves ~! can't wait !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2am right now . I just can't get to sleep . the last phone call , well im still thinking about it . thinking about what is stopping me from being myself . maybe it's just the mugging and stress .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest exams, dearest week, please tide over as soon as you can !! do you know because of you, i've hurt a few hearts this week alone ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; it's playing on the radio right now .. just nice at 2am .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Trademark/Only-Love.html"&gt;Trademark - Only Love Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im so sorry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shara*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-3705644338000322815?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3705644338000322815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=3705644338000322815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/3705644338000322815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/3705644338000322815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/08/mugging-is-really-making-me-go-bonkers.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-6607098178119481084</id><published>2007-08-19T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T00:16:34.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and by the way , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yesterday.. will be a day to remember .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-6607098178119481084?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6607098178119481084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=6607098178119481084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6607098178119481084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6607098178119481084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-by-way-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-8759932034813708215</id><published>2007-08-18T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T00:00:56.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>inspiration doesn't struck me as well in blogger as it used to when i was using at livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a kudos to inspiration. i think i write way better at LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An exact replica of her other days.The same old routine for years.The sky just awoke to the warmth of the sun.It was time for her morning stroll.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hurt by the yesterdays.She was reluctant to leave her sobs behind. Held by routine, She allowed the sunlight to touch her skin . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was the norm to pass by the rows of houses and witness the awakening of the summer . For every step she took, yesterdays flashed repeatedly in her mind . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would she allow tears to fall ? She set aside the thought and made a turn . Towards an abandoned house she walked , absolutely oblivious that she was doing so . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her memories left her as she approached the porch of the house . Amused by her sillyness, she smiled . As she stepped to move away, something held her back . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It wasn't anyone . It wasn't anything. It was a feeling . A feeling that someone or something was calling out for her . She glanced at the house .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A stoned path caught her attention right away . It was leading to the backyard . She hesitated not a moment and made her way ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( actually, i wanted to write something mushy, but i keep thinking of ending it in a horrific way . goodness, should be aidah's influence ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring .. im falling asleep . LOL. it's for you to finish up. im just lazy to think . writer's block . inspiration.. come back to me and never leave me pls ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-8759932034813708215?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8759932034813708215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=8759932034813708215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/8759932034813708215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/8759932034813708215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/08/inspiration-doesnt-struck-me-as-well-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-4974940714112772822</id><published>2007-08-17T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:25:45.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The morning breeze was icy today. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hands froze the same way they did when you let go of them last night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If i had a chance to turn back time right now, i would have gone back to this morning and brought to school &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; my jackets,cardigans and windbreakers . In simpler words, it was a &lt;u&gt;damn&lt;/u&gt; cold day . My hands were numb and the chilly winds just never stop coming by ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School only starts at 11am, but i came at &lt;u&gt;9am&lt;/u&gt; since my dad sent me . heh. and the supposedly 2 hr POM class ended at 11.45am . goodness gracious . That was like a &lt;b&gt;2hr and 15 min&lt;/b&gt; interval to the next class ?! Here i am, softly getting killed by boredom. And i resorted to blogging to keep me alive . Now it's 1pm and 1 more hour to go ~! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aidah is sitting adjacent to me , blogging as well ( yes we are making use of the facilities at ILaw Chambers) . Now i've nothing to blog about . School is basically awesome and weekends are here ! time to MUG ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meeting the others later to celebrate Leo's bdae . And then , home sweet home . Im done for now. And here's to you - I hope your day will be filled with flowered paths and dirty snow ? &lt;u&gt;ehs !?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shara*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-4974940714112772822?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4974940714112772822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=4974940714112772822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/4974940714112772822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/4974940714112772822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/08/morning-breeze-was-icy.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-2348299917005540675</id><published>2007-08-16T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:51:33.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again, his lone soul dwells in the whispers of the night .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Is this love worth all those hurt ?" and he weeped till' the sun awoke . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel bad. ohcrap . Sham ALWAYS feels bad .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because today she abandoned a movie day out with her bunch of distrait, mentally defragmenting and meat-only lunching friends .hahahahahhahahaha. oppsie~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They hopped merrily to TM and watch heart-throb, amazingly &lt;s&gt;pretty&lt;/s&gt; Matt Damon . Maybe my description was too expressive . But it wasn't fanciful . So the 2nd element under passing off cannot be fulfilled . Go on, say "whatever sham.. whatever .".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Mr J was looking ( God, forgive me for saying so) sexy in that tight white long sleeved shirt. Then again, thinking back, i'd take back the word 'sexy' . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RsR_3vlpAoI/AAAAAAAAACs/FbGEFE2qKEo/s1600-h/Image0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099341273734120066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="220" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RsR_3vlpAoI/AAAAAAAAACs/FbGEFE2qKEo/s320/Image0082.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another Mr J is in UK right now . If that bone pie doesnt buy anything for me, i'll .. i'll .. i won't do anything actually . But, i'll do something that amounts to a nothing . i just realised that a whole lot of people who are close to me have names starting with J !! like.. you go guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im broke. rahhs~!! mr friend lvl 2, pls bring me out on an all paid dinner date + shopping .&lt;br /&gt;im penniless (literally , lols ! =x )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-2348299917005540675?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2348299917005540675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=2348299917005540675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/2348299917005540675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/2348299917005540675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/08/once-again-his-lone-soul-dwells-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RsR_3vlpAoI/AAAAAAAAACs/FbGEFE2qKEo/s72-c/Image0082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-872619917175605945</id><published>2007-08-05T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:19:16.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;two presentations down . one last major one to go . jiayous my dearest group !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;berwin flashing ( dian ALSO ?! ) *sore eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RrXfngDiwfI/AAAAAAAAACc/HhmsKI42kXY/s1600-h/02082007561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095224423152271858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RrXfngDiwfI/AAAAAAAAACc/HhmsKI42kXY/s400/02082007561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it was formal-wear week . lols . what yer expect ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shara*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-872619917175605945?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/872619917175605945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=872619917175605945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/872619917175605945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/872619917175605945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/08/two-presentations-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RrXfngDiwfI/AAAAAAAAACc/HhmsKI42kXY/s72-c/02082007561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-8510715106978614918</id><published>2007-07-30T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T00:02:47.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got exactly SEVEN MINUTES to write this post .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. so here it goes ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was AWESOME, just so you know . things didn't turn out the way we expected it to be but you being there ... made me overlook the unhappiness . i had a good time , hope you did too .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was realisation day and thanks niti gal for listening to my tears over the phone and zai for .. reassurring me . love love ya'll  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't go to school today cause monday blues' were overwhelming me thanks to sunday . HAIYOS . apologies to my dearest groups ~! i know i shouldn't take advantage of all-lecture day like that . sorries ~! chilled at nithya's hse and .. ya . like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so emo on sunday  i just let it all out in a poem, but not gonna post it here as .. then you'll know too much about me . LOL . i gotta pull myself together and chiong ! exams coming soon . project presentations finishing soon ! LORD ! continue staying by my side pretty pls ? i need Your love to keep on pushing me !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays . it's 12AM already .. love ya'll . miss ya'll and .. life is oh-so-awesome !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i GOT into Business Ambassadors too ! LOLS. cham arhs !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"now i wish you had never let me go.. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-8510715106978614918?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8510715106978614918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=8510715106978614918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/8510715106978614918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/8510715106978614918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-got-exactly-seven-minutes-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-6994578122176932608</id><published>2007-07-22T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:13:14.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't wanna blog. LOLS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;got attacked by ORANGE MONSTER ~ ! ( you need not knw. lols )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;randomness, lets extract something from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://unscriptedcanonize.blogspot.com/"&gt;aidah's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she said :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089930502297797090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RqMQ0wDiweI/AAAAAAAAACU/pXCCuRz4lHc/s320/Picture%252B33.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She must have given up and resorted to prayers&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lols. LOLS. i love laughing at myself . random pic taken by mr dear grp leader ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-6994578122176932608?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6994578122176932608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=6994578122176932608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6994578122176932608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6994578122176932608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-wanna-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RqMQ0wDiweI/AAAAAAAAACU/pXCCuRz4lHc/s72-c/Picture%252B33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-6712339051539311099</id><published>2007-07-22T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T15:58:47.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='untitled 0.1'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ Untitled ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The flowers have begun to bloom again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As our friendship takes on a little toll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've closed the gap between us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But are you wanting more ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If love is not here to stay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please lets not start any spark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If hurt is sure to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets leave this path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The game's leading as astray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Either everything's over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or we lose each other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me. Tell me it deosn't matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'll be ready to love you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;©www.-crossroads.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-6712339051539311099?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6712339051539311099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=6712339051539311099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6712339051539311099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6712339051539311099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/07/untitled-flowers-have-begun-to-bloom.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-6666856970332255251</id><published>2007-07-14T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:03:46.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>roii called me yesterday after he booked out of camp . and then the first thing he asked, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;" Sham, movie, tea or me ?"&lt;/span&gt; wth !!! and then he repeated the question again . i didn't answer anyways . i just told him no movie cause i was watching potter with jas and co. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday , celebrated steffi's bdae ! do you know how much me and jas struggled to hide from her, the cake, when they were entering the cinema ?? we were practically on the floor, dunking so that she won't see us ! ouhs, and we bought a tigger cake for her ! so fated, confirm God's blessings. and special thanks to (yishun) GV's cinema mgt for letting us celebrate her bdae at the foyer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry steffi we couldn't smash it on you cause the manager would come after us .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was alright . ron was cool, hermione was pretty , daniel was the same ? and rickman was hot , felton was ohmygosh . =x sirius black was &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then walked home with chew chew and took cab back . chewchew, happy belated and i miss yer dude !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhs. project meetings in sch was such fun ! we started off with sex talks. LOLS. yes, you heard me alright . im so lazy to repeat what happened, so here's an extract from &lt;a href="http://unscriptedcanonize.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aidah's blog :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not that im complaining. It was fun doing the Case Reading Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with lunch and sex talk. yes, girls and guys sitting in one table talking about sex.&lt;br /&gt;then, we started off being racist. Not. You can't call us being racist when all 3 races in question is present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahs, so there you go . it just so happens that for every meeting we have, we'll end up laughing and laughing and laughing ? can't accept the fact that we have to change class every sem ! well, the telephone assesment thing was alright . Ms Ng was so cute acting as a 5 yr old kid . pregnant ladies tend to have mood swings too, can see by the different types of characters she came up with . mine was about some 40 yr old woman wanting a divorce . and she started complaining to me about men , and how yr husband still want to play ard with girls when he's so old already. LOLS. ms ng arhs .. haiyos . our care person moreover ! but thk God we didn't get Mr J . i think i would have kept silent hearing him over the phone . and imagine how HE would criticize us if we did a mistake ! thk God for ms Ng , i sympathize with o5 still, with Mr J being your examiner, how could you NOT panic ????????????? ( it's worse when you admire him, you'll stammer like never before . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off my loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-6666856970332255251?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6666856970332255251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=6666856970332255251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6666856970332255251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6666856970332255251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/07/roii-called-me-yesterday-after-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-4205238626803225029</id><published>2007-07-10T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:11:19.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RpOhhwBv25I/AAAAAAAAACM/-TFdD-iw_Nc/s1600-h/steffi+bdae_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RpOhhwBv25I/AAAAAAAAACM/-TFdD-iw_Nc/s400/steffi+bdae_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085586005431409554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-4205238626803225029?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4205238626803225029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=4205238626803225029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/4205238626803225029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/4205238626803225029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RpOhhwBv25I/AAAAAAAAACM/-TFdD-iw_Nc/s72-c/steffi+bdae_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-4893087641468862972</id><published>2007-07-10T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:31:38.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i came in time for lecture . but didn't bring my lecture booklet . therefore, i chose to sit outside the lecture theater and go about my own work than sit idly in a cold and stressing theater . I do lose out on info, but i rather sit outside . lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am , sitting in a peaceful area .  reading through another case , again . my life's revolving around cases , cases and more cases ! berwin is so nice today ! hahas. he passed me a case i didn't have for lsm . awws . so nice .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my business school has this store called 1st Avenue . It's a place for ppl from the retail management course to experience the taste of retail . last week they had a 30% OP sale . and my friends and i went there to shop . yayie ! and now they having another sale . and we bought stuff again ! ahh ! lols. how to resist when your school has a sale !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i was here minding my own business and then there were songs playing at 1st Avenue  . Then came Cascada's song and i became so emo ! why ? cause it brought back memoirs ? oh YA  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what happened this morning ??? &lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE called me at 7.16am !!!&lt;/strong&gt; i woke up abruptly and saw the contact name on my phone .. and i was like.. HUH ?!  hahhaahs. it took me some time to realise who it really was and.. i was glad !! ohmygosh larhs ! im freaking glad can ? nono.. im not glad.. im over the moon joyous ! ohmans. the way he said he'll call me next time okays , is like .. ah ! okay okays .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not in love .i cannot be in love . not fair to him . so .. i dunno ! aww man ! i hate being at crossroads !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it starts all over again . love me ? love me not ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-4893087641468862972?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4893087641468862972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=4893087641468862972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/4893087641468862972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/4893087641468862972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-came-in-time-for-lecture.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-8855355782721873169</id><published>2007-07-09T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T01:35:48.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;u&gt;Truth Is - Fantasia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran into an old friend yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Caught me by surprise when he called my name&lt;br /&gt;He was a familiar face, from a chapter in my past&lt;br /&gt;Talked for awhile, I smiled and then&lt;br /&gt;Said that he was seeing somebody and&lt;br /&gt;Told me this was gonna last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Showing me her photograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all the feelings I thought were gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Came rushing back to me at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tried to smile and hide the way I felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I was thinking to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Truth is) I never got over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Truth is) wish I was standing in her shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Truth is) and when it's all said and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess I'm still In love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Truth is) I never should have let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Truth is) and it's killing me cause now I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Truth is) and when it's all said and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess I'm still In love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reminisced on the way things used to be&lt;br /&gt;Shared a couple laughs, shared some memories&lt;br /&gt;Talked about the things that changed&lt;br /&gt;Some for good and some for bad&lt;br /&gt;Then he said goodbye and he paid for lunch&lt;br /&gt;Promised that we'd always keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed my bags and grabbed my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Walked away and that was that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the feelings I thought were gone&lt;br /&gt;Came rushing back to me at once&lt;br /&gt;Tried to smile and hide the way I felt&lt;br /&gt;But I was thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;(Truth is) I never got over you&lt;br /&gt;(Truth is) wish I was standing in her shoes&lt;br /&gt;(Truth is) and when it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm still In love with you&lt;br /&gt;(Truth is) I never should have let you go&lt;br /&gt;(Truth is) and it's killing me cause now I know&lt;br /&gt;(Truth is) and when it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm still In love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the truth is, it hurts&lt;br /&gt;But I know that the fault's mine&lt;br /&gt;Cause I let him go&lt;br /&gt;Tried to get over it, but it's messing with my mind&lt;br /&gt;(Because I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;(Truth is) I never got over you&lt;br /&gt;(Truth is) wish I was standing in her shoes&lt;br /&gt;(Truth is) and when it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm still In love with you&lt;br /&gt;(Truth is) I never should have let you go&lt;br /&gt;(Truth is) and it's killing me cause now I know&lt;br /&gt;(Truth is) and when it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm still In love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta be honest, I guess&lt;br /&gt;I-I guess I'm still in love, in love, in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( someone, i need more slaps. owells. )&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-8855355782721873169?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8855355782721873169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=8855355782721873169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/8855355782721873169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/8855355782721873169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/07/truth-is-fantasia-ran-into-old-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-8375625384187897797</id><published>2007-07-09T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:45:29.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the night is cold . my radio's playing . i have oreos at my desk . im the only one still awake and  i'm thinking about you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went 'shopping' with nith and zai yesterday . loved it ? like DUH ! hahas. we end up buying accessories ! and eating at seoul garden . walked till our feets ached ! i liked the way i walked out of billy bombers when we realise it wasn't halal. LOL . then i received a call and i cried a lil . then zai was singing fergie's big girls dont cry . lols . and nithya was holding on to me . come on ppl , whr can you get such beautiful friends?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i love them . love love love . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for thona's class bbq on friday . weird ? hahs. that's what i thought too ! then she begged me too much, i just had to go . so PS-ed tom ( we were supposed to watch die hard ) , PS-ed my darls at coffee bean and made my way to east coast . glad actually . i had a great time with her and her friends. funny they were, very .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, went to the beach . hehes . had fun duh ! my dad woke me up so early ! and.. my mom caught those teenie weenie crabs ! zamiel was being such a darling too. awws . i love my life can ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, to &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; . i can't love you no more . not you who play with all those girls' heart .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to &lt;s&gt;you &lt;/s&gt; . if you love me , it'll be unfair to you cause my heart's not with me . though i seem to be falling for you, i wont . it's just not fair to you . sorry .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RpETgABv24I/AAAAAAAAACE/zBJ0WMGpE98/s1600-h/edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RpETgABv24I/AAAAAAAAACE/zBJ0WMGpE98/s320/edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084866894762072962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-8375625384187897797?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8375625384187897797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=8375625384187897797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/8375625384187897797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/8375625384187897797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/07/night-is-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RpETgABv24I/AAAAAAAAACE/zBJ0WMGpE98/s72-c/edited-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-7297312156752968527</id><published>2007-07-02T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T02:25:06.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im still completing my assignments . ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, i had a long talk after so long with him . Initially i was jealous,i admit . Ohmy, i set aside the urgent stuff just to talk ? =x ! back to topic . so yeahs , i know him more than anyone else does . that's what makes things difficult at times cause im supposed to know better . i don't know whether it's a good or bad thing for me . the only thing i realised was that i have a special place in his heart . i know i have . and .. i know he knows it too .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we came to the topic about leaving each other . i was driven to tears by his words. that was how much someone meant to me though i don't speak about it nowadays . we do hate each other in many ways . im sure of that . we still do . lols .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever he has become was never his fault . whatever he has become was the result of negligence . and i can't do much about anything . i wasn't that an impact in his life prolly . i dont know whether i was or not . but what saddens me is that he had chose to be whatever he becomes . understand ? i hope he drifts from it one day . &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;achieve his once dreams and soar like the eagle he was born to be . i await the day i look at him and proudly smile saying, he did it and i knew he would . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what life has in store for us, you can never be certain . but what do you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; life to have in store for you ,that you can be certain of ! Life is the way it is because you let it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so tell me , what do YOU want your life to be like ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-7297312156752968527?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7297312156752968527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=7297312156752968527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/7297312156752968527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/7297312156752968527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-still-completing-my-assignments.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-5478816141400036263</id><published>2007-06-26T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T02:09:44.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES ! edited blogskin . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO TAG PLS SCROLL TO THE RIGHT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lols, fadhli is singing to me at this late hour !  hahahahs ! he never changed . always singing over the phone and now singing over msn . *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, jas and fadhli have nth better to do then to disturb me with lame stuff at this time . AIYO . i'll be updating with readable content some other time . lols . actually i still prefer live journal's create posts page . nicer . LOL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i know you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my blog and me. LOL . i love me and it too . hahahaha ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya'll ,&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-5478816141400036263?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5478816141400036263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=5478816141400036263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/5478816141400036263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/5478816141400036263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes-edited-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-4828199709505507938</id><published>2007-06-23T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:47:53.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAH !! i told you i'll be back. thanks to my vaio, i can go to my blogger acct now. lols. wahahahs. i so happy can ! yay !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll see me real soon, most prolly.. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-4828199709505507938?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4828199709505507938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=4828199709505507938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/4828199709505507938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/4828199709505507938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/06/hah-i-told-you-ill-be-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-2915842525912971453</id><published>2007-04-01T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:30:48.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey YOU !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get your butt off to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cziley.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://cziley.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shara*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-2915842525912971453?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2915842525912971453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=2915842525912971453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/2915842525912971453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/2915842525912971453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-you-get-your-butt-off-to-httpcziley.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-8540729281018948475</id><published>2007-04-01T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:26:48.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shamini has moved to LiveJournal cos its way...way...way cooler than blogger!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was typed by nithya ! ohmy freaking GOSH ! both of us just watch the movie Number 23 ! and we came home to add up out names and phone numbers and birth date and it's freaking scary !! it either ends up as 23 or 32 !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NITHYA = 32&lt;br /&gt;GOOFY=32&lt;br /&gt;my b'dae = 29/03/90 = 23&lt;br /&gt;tom's HP NO . = 23&lt;br /&gt;huzainie's HP NO. = 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;JASON = 23 &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole's HSE NO. = 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;darn effing scary la !!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; ( we are paranoid with this no . OHMY! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, it seems that MY COM alone can't open blogger's page . so i have to use live journal until my com's fever is over. or until i get my baby !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-8540729281018948475?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8540729281018948475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=8540729281018948475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/8540729281018948475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/8540729281018948475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/04/shamini-has-moved-to-livejournal-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-3035499176824867313</id><published>2007-03-21T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:49:05.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RgEpi6XKdsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eRZgAOkDvD0/s1600-h/Wan+Sham+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im back here to update . so whenever i update, you knw im at nithya's hse . lols .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okays, let me think what's thr to update. hmm .. oh . i almost forgot what i did yesterday . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went beaching yesterday with aika, ying yong and nithya . we had to like get up like 7 plus and meet erika at 8 . lols . halfway in the train, i was like having MOTION SICKNESS luh !! goodness gracious ! since when did SHAM HAV MOTION SICKNESS !! so i kind of squat down instead of standing. i really cldn't take it . so tt was the day i felt sick and until now i still am sick ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we reached palawan beach and my was it oh-so-serene ! it drizzled so we went to the towers and the three of them were drinking shots of vodka and sprite ! somehow, i cldn't bring myself to drink . just didn't feel like it . then while me and nithya went to buy food, it poured heavily out thr . little did we knw . the rain subsided and they had their sun tanning done . while i simply am blackened once again . but like what tom always says .. who gives a shit yeahs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went bk by four plus cause nithya had to be home early . we had NYPizza for dinner ! and it was so filling luh ! took cab home and shifted our ben &amp;amp; jerry's thing to today . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today suppose to go shopping with ber de . then my mom la, dun wan to let me go out so early . hmph !! then i had nth to do, so i cleaned the hse !! I CLEANED THE HSE . *ahem ahem* lols .btw, do you knw nithya passed me her two rabbits ? snowball and black beauty ? and they are having a gd time over my hse with caramel ( the younger rabbit, just like jojo but in a caramel colour ! ) !! nithya came to my hse to play with the rabbits . then we went bk to her hse to hav ben and jerry's ! lols. and i shld be going bk earlier cause my poly package is still is in the letter box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmms . tmr , either it's gymming with the gals or service learning with the other gals* LOLS. HAI TING ! this is for you . i tried to be a lil elaborate . lols ! now now .. this sunday is the 25th .. still planning for it. JAS/BER help me think leis !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-3035499176824867313?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3035499176824867313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=3035499176824867313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/3035499176824867313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/3035499176824867313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back-here-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-751615782749890490</id><published>2007-03-18T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:48:39.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you guys arhs. never read my tag one arhs ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY COMPUTER IS DOWN . lols . yeahs. like literally. so now im at nithya's house, updating my blog for your sake . since im feeling so lazy . here's what im gona do ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for info about the GG 'pltc' camp , go to jasmine's blog for detailed description and bernice's blog for the summary and abt the sentosa thingy. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can at most provide info for what happened after the GG outing at sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;i met roii for a movie . and guess what, it's a effing GAY SHOW ! damn . lols. but was fun anyways. but REALLY REALLY an AWESOME GAY show. so blah blah blah .. then i ended up at home somehow .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, nothing much these days la . i learnt the basics of chess from the cameraman anand . ( he is quite a handsome old married man . lols ) then tmr learning mahjong ! and then beaching with aika and nithya ( hopefully ) . and watch Stomp The Yard with tom and nithya and zai and thona and you knw the rest . all done by the following week, HOPEFULLY . then nothing else already, i shall just pass the days, waiting for my poly package. and.. come whatever may .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've updated ! so wait for the next weekend to see a new post of the summarised week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH ! and btw ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; NITHYA : HI !  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i say : SPREAD THE LOVE PEOPLE !! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NITHYA : WHAT LOVE  ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and im saying : AIYAH ,  DOESN'T MATTER WHAT KIND ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NITHYA : HOW CAN IT NOT MATTER. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i finally say : SHUT UP CAN ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* she shows THE finger and starts running around crying *&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- script inspired by the one and ONLY KWAN ! - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( boy, no offence kays. take it easy . peace ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-751615782749890490?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/751615782749890490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=751615782749890490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/751615782749890490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/751615782749890490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-guys-arhs.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-7291970903512450979</id><published>2007-03-13T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T00:52:44.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went&lt;em&gt; 'shopping'&lt;/em&gt; with aika and levi . irony is that i never bought anything except for tissues, and drinks. i felt so bad for them la. cause i was not feeling well, having a cold and didn't talk much . sorry i was like a burden to yer guys kays . today wasn't my day, it was my cold's day . i wanted so much to shop but the cold kept my mind busy . and no, im still in the same condition as before . despite the cold ( who will catch a cold on a freaking WARM day ?! ), we had a great day in the end . lols . a HAPPY day . lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeahs .. speaking about happy . roy was asking me about my love life .. and i asked him what kind of love he's talking about ... and then i went on to tell him that im having a great love life . It's so lovely to witness her loving him , he loving her , they loving each other . And i love my blog .. so does he .. and levi . ( lols ! ) and in conclusion , he said im lovestruck. whatever that's supposed to mean . but it's sweet , oh so sweet to see love all around us . it makes me glad sometimes and makes me wonder why the current divorce ratio is 1 out of 3 marriages . anyways, i fear it might become 3:3 in the future .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i went on to ask myself, how happy i've been .. I still do cry in the still of the night when i miss the old times or when i miss you or when i simply hate the way i am these days . But i know very well, crying does not help at all . It's so contradicting when i really enjoy myself in the day and sometimes get to bed smiling , and then once in a while i cry even when im not sad at all.. but so far i know .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't cry because i've lost you , cause until now im still holding on to you . i don't cry because you have hurt me , i cry cause i'm afraid of the pain you're going through . i don't cry cause i want you back, i cry because you're not better off being alone . i don't cry because im hopeless, i cry cause i don't know how to hep you . i cry cause im helpless when it comes to you . it's the first time i've ever been brought down . it's the first time i've given up on consoling others . it's the first time i really felt good about myself . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeahs. i feel good . im loving everyone ! im loving everything ! im loving my life ! and i don't care anymore about the times i got hurt and the times i hurt you . such things happen and we get on with life, being happy ! a girl's gotta do her job ! and that is to pamper herself. damn . i tell you, it's great ! and i LOVE my blog do you know ? i just LOVE the simplicity . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE ! ohmans. love is so awesome !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-7291970903512450979?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7291970903512450979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=7291970903512450979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/7291970903512450979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/7291970903512450979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-shopping-with-aika-and-levi.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-5867044637043329174</id><published>2007-03-11T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T17:50:41.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lazy afternoons are so lovely . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the shoes i just bought are even lovelier .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you, reading my blog are the loveliest(s) .&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yea yea i know . something is wrong with me . im so lazy LUH! *yawns* . anyways. HELLO everyone . im lazy to like upload the photos of the fall out boy gig . so yer can move on to Wan's , Nithya's or Alicia's blog to see them . and im lazy to reinstall the photoshop that my bro uninstalled. bleaghs ! and .. im lazy to update this blog. wahahs. but i'll be posting the lonely bus stop pics when im not lazy anymore. lols. for your info, you're reading crap . wahahs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmms . my blog layout very simple hors ! iloveit !! just the pic only .. lazy to install photoshop.. so bear with the changing of pics . lols . like tt la . i've got so many things to talk about but .. im lazy to even be thinking ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040601367874064530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RfPQPOJ7UJI/AAAAAAAAABw/WLqXfuxrZ2o/s320/Me+Kat+Sham2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;CNY celebr @ the Chans .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-5867044637043329174?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5867044637043329174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=5867044637043329174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/5867044637043329174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/5867044637043329174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/03/lazy-afternoons-are-so-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RfPQPOJ7UJI/AAAAAAAAABw/WLqXfuxrZ2o/s72-c/Me+Kat+Sham2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-206454799206850956</id><published>2007-03-09T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T12:47:57.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TRIBUTE to lil' JOJO .&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RfDlauJ7UII/AAAAAAAAABo/e4HLtKwEUN0/s1600-h/myprecious3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039780230256611458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RfDlauJ7UII/AAAAAAAAABo/e4HLtKwEUN0/s320/myprecious3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my precious one ... siighs. why do all the ones i love have to leave me once i get closer to them ? why did you have to leave me ? you brought back that joy in my life and brought back the life in me . and then one day, when i wanted you to be ard, i had to accept the news that it will never be the same again .. but you still live in my memories . sweet memories that not only i have but shared with a few others. How i wished i could have you back.. you will always be remembered . thanks for just being so adorable ! love yer always ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;shara*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-206454799206850956?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/206454799206850956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=206454799206850956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/206454799206850956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/206454799206850956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/03/tribute-to-lil-jojo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/RfDlauJ7UII/AAAAAAAAABo/e4HLtKwEUN0/s72-c/myprecious3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-5696357132700418956</id><published>2007-03-07T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T15:35:21.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, the UNEXPECTED happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;weird. anyways , THX to all 4E2 peeps who came for the bbq ! it was a success. LOLS. and thx for saying you guys wld come if thr was another . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lada will be going over to visit hai ting . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmms . i really hope God opens THE door for me . if not, i knw im put in that course for a reason. so.. yeahs . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039082384031164354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/Re5quuYbJ8I/AAAAAAAAABY/TbmiTNFuZXM/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my dearest jojo.. miss YA so much !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;shara*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-5696357132700418956?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5696357132700418956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=5696357132700418956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/5696357132700418956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/5696357132700418956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-unexpected-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/Re5quuYbJ8I/AAAAAAAAABY/TbmiTNFuZXM/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-1374765898284913425</id><published>2007-02-26T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:47:57.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to school for the sake of PE . lols . By 1pm only two of us out of our whole class remained . pathetic . i hate this feeling . whenever we get closer, we have to eventually part . 07B2, i will always remember the fun times with you guys . =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;i always have wanted to let go of the past . but every thing around me, triggers my memories . im fallin for the person i least expected to have a crush over . HOW ? it's impossible . it's unthinkable !  ohmans. this is so outrageous . He's a great guy in town . so what ?! argh !! nonono . i'll stop right here. i shall seal my lips regarding this . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't take this surprise anymore ,&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-1374765898284913425?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1374765898284913425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=1374765898284913425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/1374765898284913425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/1374765898284913425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-to-school-for-sake-of-pe.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-2859227245729158664</id><published>2007-02-25T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:18:28.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/ReG2q_MjgAI/AAAAAAAAABA/x-fw9Nn1OBI/s1600-h/Copy+of+Image036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/ReG2q_MjgAI/AAAAAAAAABA/x-fw9Nn1OBI/s320/Copy+of+Image036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035506708011778050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/ReG03PMjf9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cCPxWsR8KEI/s1600-h/Image026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/ReG03PMjf9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cCPxWsR8KEI/s320/Image026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035504719441919954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you let me go cause you loved me no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i let you go cause i still do love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-2859227245729158664?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2859227245729158664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=2859227245729158664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/2859227245729158664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/2859227245729158664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-let-me-go-cause-you-loved-me-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/ReG2q_MjgAI/AAAAAAAAABA/x-fw9Nn1OBI/s72-c/Copy+of+Image036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-4764297468460568355</id><published>2007-02-25T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:56:10.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" With his fingers on my chin, he tilted my head up gently so our eyes met . As his eyes shone like gems, my heart softened. And then he told me, " My dear one, you know im always here for you .." .  His voice trailed away, leaving tears in my eyes . I looked away, ashamed to face him at all . " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling so hyper now . LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. HEYO PPL ! who's back ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM BACK ! &lt;/span&gt;wahahahs.&lt;br /&gt;told ya . im feeling hyper !!now i wanna jump out of my sit ! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why wasn't i online during the weekends ? cause of MAPLE. bleaghs ! my sister la . BLEAGHS! hmms. let's flashback yeahs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on FRIDAY , &lt;/span&gt;went down for GG . then you knw, the usual. LOLS. had dinner with jw and co . we had fleshless chicken . =x . then, i went home !! weee !! my friday so exciting yeahs ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;, thk God jas called me . i woke up late !! had to meet them at 6.45am. But i only woke up then when she called me . Then rushed down to school and..  i felt so STUPID . didn't wear shoes, didn't bring trefoil for mag. bleaghs ! i was still in dreamland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on SUNDAY, &lt;/span&gt;i went to church . &lt;s&gt;ohYAYY?&lt;/s&gt;  If you want to shake my hand, can do it fast mah ? That was what i wanted to tell him . I was rushing in with cy and kat, then he had to shake my hand and hold it for so long &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; i tried pulling away mine. HELLO!! gdness. today was a doubtful day . Wasn't sure if i should support cy's bro performing at the pub. it starts and ends late . But in the end, didn't take the risk . i had my lonely/thoughtful/pleasant/serene ride back home . i like =)) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr, the reason why im going to school is because thr's PE !  yeahs, weird. i am looking forward to it . and FOB is nearing . and Wan is going ! it's gonna be so FUN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go on to serious matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all out thr . you BETTER pray your hearts and lungs and all your organs out for Hai Ting okiies !! Before you eat, PRAY . When you wake up, PRAY . When you sleep, PRAY . When you bathe, PRAY . After you read this, PRAY . i believe a miracle will take place . Do you ? i really hope you do . like the song goes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there can be miracles when you believe&lt;/span&gt; . and my dear girl, hold on to God stronger than you ever did. He will not forsake you . Everything will be fine, great indeed because He is the Lord of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to that someone out there . &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've got so many things to tell you, but they all never got out from my mind . I can't say i understand what you're going through, cause i don't at all. If i were in your shoes, i would just be as clueless . I don't know if you'll be here to read this. But here it goes .. I know you've lost all the confidence in you . I know it's like a dream crashing all over . And i know i can't do anything to change the past . I would if i could . But i want to tell you my dear , that this is not the end of road . i do know the hurt of trying so hard and yet failing . at the same time , i do know the value of never giving up and trying your best despite the faliures you meet . What if the difference was just one mark ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is not the time to give up . This is not a faliure, just an obstacle . And you will get through this obstacle as long as you're not afraid of trying all over again . Your dream will never be crushed as long as you keep on dreaming and believing . Take this time , to pull yourself together . Not let the situation cripple you . There are many who believe in you . and now all you have to do is build back that trust you had in yourself . Yes it'll take time . We didn't grow overnight right ? i wish i could see you once again , with your head held high and your heart prepared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;. The injured eagle, would rise up one day, again . And soar through the sky like it had always done before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-4764297468460568355?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4764297468460568355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=4764297468460568355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/4764297468460568355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/4764297468460568355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/02/with-his-fingers-on-my-chin-he-tilted.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-6084697665779952403</id><published>2007-02-21T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:24:38.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was being so my crazy self . i felt so joyous these days . i felt the love and the laughters .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i saw the pic . and i cried .&lt;br /&gt;and now im crying and laughing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;this basically is Shamini Shara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-6084697665779952403?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6084697665779952403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=6084697665779952403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6084697665779952403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/6084697665779952403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-was-being-so-my-crazy-self.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-343142411742165055</id><published>2007-02-20T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:01:12.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/Rdsaz_Mjf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/q68TUPwIO6g/s1600-h/P1120942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/Rdsaz_Mjf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/q68TUPwIO6g/s320/P1120942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033646488956403634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we all need a hint of spice in our lives .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-343142411742165055?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/343142411742165055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=343142411742165055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/343142411742165055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/343142411742165055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-all-need-hint-of-spice-in-our-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqU99T39878/Rdsaz_Mjf7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/q68TUPwIO6g/s72-c/P1120942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-4545886070238042666</id><published>2007-02-20T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:50:11.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and the song goes .. "And you know she'll never love you like I do.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Walk Away by Paula Deandra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;went house visiting today ! tt's all. LOLS. wanted to go to the chans hse to chill but didn't have time to . owell, now i don't know whether i should pon sch tmr for beach with the babes or just go to sch . HOW ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, my migraine is back ! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;ohYAYY ?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ohmy. mich and max are trying to LURE me back on sun !! and i can't hold back !! cause they're are luring me back with  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cannot-tell-you-yet*&lt;/span&gt; !! ohmans . im soo excited yet afraid to be excited if it doesn't work out . ohGod. im too sleepy to type anymore . adios !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-4545886070238042666?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4545886070238042666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=4545886070238042666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/4545886070238042666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/4545886070238042666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-song-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-5947603990461470393</id><published>2007-02-19T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T00:33:36.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;owell . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahs. oppsie! keith would murder me ( or not ! ) if he sees me using his copyright-ED word .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im just tired LUH .three days of shooting . from morning ( like EIGHT ! ) until evening ( like SIX ) . phew`! today was the last day of shooting . then we went out after to catch a movie. ohBOY ! we had to like persuade Veera to watch an ENG movie. he's SO ADORABLE LUH !! he slept halfway through Ghost Rider !! Some parts were scary ! and he slept ?! ahh !! cute!!! so yeahs, our last day together. was quite an heartache for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scoldings we went through together. the teamwork, one for all and all for one . the laughter and jokes . the number of milkshakes we owed the producer if we made mistakes. the producer treating us milkshakes for finishing the scenes within ONE TAKE !! the teasings and the talking in tamil !! LOLS. wth . the thought of us being so close within just three days was oh-so-SWEET . would i take on if there was another offer ? erms, nay . maybe not. maybe acting ( in tamil ) &lt;em&gt;isn't my thing after all&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohYAYY ! thk God !! for the 'recover post' thingy . if not you wldn't have seen another update lols. hmms. wan wants lols! wan wants !! wan wants me to sing My Immortal ?! hahahs. i think my range is too high for tt song boy . hmms . im a horrible singer. LOLS. i pity wan . hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now now, i'll finish off my post by saying LOVE YA'LL !! to my daRRlings !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and come what may . i'll just take refuge in the comfort and love of God,my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-5947603990461470393?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5947603990461470393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=5947603990461470393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/5947603990461470393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/5947603990461470393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/02/owell.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-117138977021040754</id><published>2007-02-14T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T02:02:50.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im okay guys .  that's just a part of my mutiple personality disorder. lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=x.  anyways, i've been thinking. brainstorming . okay, imagine with me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;light blush&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different shades of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;.. lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lines of different shades of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;.. butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;glowing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;butterfly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;.. border&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt; coloured &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thick &lt;/span&gt;border &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;.. stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gleaming &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.. put them together.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  perfecto~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nay&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; something's missing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmph .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i NEED PHOTOSHOP LUH ! &lt;/span&gt;new project to look forward to . =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-117138977021040754?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/117138977021040754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=117138977021040754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/117138977021040754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/117138977021040754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-okay-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-117129375370433961</id><published>2007-02-12T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T23:22:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/1600/587343/P1120943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/320/836142/P1120943.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes, the depth of our laughter shows the depth of our wounds .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-117129375370433961?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/117129375370433961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=117129375370433961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/117129375370433961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/117129375370433961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-depth-of-our-laughter-shows.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-117129290186990549</id><published>2007-02-12T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T23:08:21.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanted to fill my blog with the laughters that i had during the day. i wanted to write about the happy moments with levi and zai. i wanted to describe how light headed and carefree i felt . i wanted to thank God for the miracles that have been taking place..   until..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they came back into my mind. and crushed my only hope. after a long time, im feel like dying all over again. every ray of positive-ness has been blocked out . he told me, i was stupid and foolish. then i got angry at him. little did i realise, he was right . i've been showing concern to jerks. absolute jerks . i've been hurting myself because of this weakness of mine . &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jerks who just made use of me .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can go back to God and cry out to Him . but i don't have the strength anymore. i don't have the strength to carry on anymore. in this state, i don't even know if i could handle the interviews i need to excel in to get into the course i want. im drained. emotionally. and i can't do anything anymore . im giving up everything. im giving up my dreams. im giving up all hope. im giving up my hope on you . im giving up myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of you, im giving up my entire life . it makes no sense anymore to live . it makes no more sense to dream. it makes no more sense to strive . it makes no more sense to smile anymore. it makes no more sense in having me around . i don't make a difference at all . it doesn't even make sense to be positive anymore ! it makes no sense in holding on . it makes no sense having hopes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told myself, i would get back once again and keep on walking. but you didn't let me . you kept pushing me back even before i got up. sham has given up ! believe it or not ? i let you win . your doings are so horrible that they have forced someone to totally give up everything ? forget someone, they have forced ME ! what's the use of crying every night but smiling the next morning ? the hurt will never go away . neither will the person causing hurt realise and stop doing so .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried figuring it all out . what wrong did i do unto you ?? i didn't backstab you, or cheat. i didn't even lie or hate you. why then do i have people hating me ? lying to me ? why is it that im the one losing friends without even doing anything at all ? is it because of my colour? my race ? that i don't fit in anywhere ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to that conclusion . being a dark skinned person, you tend to suffer in life . it'll be difficult to find both love and friends. and it'll be easier losing both love and friends .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i wrong  ?? then PROVE me wrong you *censored* !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're living in a corrupted, rascist and DAMNED world .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace be with you ,&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-117129290186990549?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/117129290186990549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=117129290186990549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/117129290186990549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/117129290186990549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wanted-to-fill-my-blog-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-117084592973279778</id><published>2007-02-07T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T18:58:49.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thsi latest template. is done with 10% inspiration only .  no hardworks. lols .&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i can't tahan le. i needed inspiration so BADLY just now .and when i have it, im just too lazy to work on it. bear with the current template. it is horrible i know. but im too lazy to change it .  had a bad day in school . some indian classmate of mine has some personal problems with me . he argues with me for every single thing !! i don't even interact with him and he has problems with me ?! if this continues tmr as well, he's SO going to get it from me . he's bringing out the very thing i tried to surpress within me          siighs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-117084592973279778?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/117084592973279778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=117084592973279778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/117084592973279778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/117084592973279778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/02/thsi-latest-template.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-117068017327680723</id><published>2007-02-05T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:56:13.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                               &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The results of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt; Singapore-Cambridge General Certificate of Education Ordinary Level Examination will be released on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday, 9 February 2007 (2PM)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you have it people. right there on the SEAB website. like a smack right at your face. OHMYGOSH ! im having sleepless nights !!  all the best everyone. *cross fingers* ( i hope it helps at least ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-117068017327680723?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/117068017327680723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=117068017327680723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/117068017327680723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/117068017327680723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/02/results-of-2006-singapore-cambridge.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-117060548464144817</id><published>2007-02-05T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:11:24.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/1600/61105/P1120945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/320/616869/P1120945.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A picture tells a thousand words .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( phew!! thk God i needn't write anything else. LOLS. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;shara*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-117060548464144817?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/117060548464144817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=117060548464144817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/117060548464144817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/117060548464144817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/02/picture-tells-thousand-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-117008457435241167</id><published>2007-01-29T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:29:34.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im DEAD tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had to rush home after school which ended at 6.30 pm( last period PE  ! ) and had to finsih up by project by 10pm . Either email him or pass it to him tmr morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only subject for which im putting in all my effort( GP) because MR Lim is VERY nice to all of us .  His lessons are full of laughter and creativeness. What else do you expect from a teacher who teaches in St. Gab ?? today he suan the whole class cause we couldn't sort the acronym he created,' RAGE ' for him . He said at first he thought we were all BRIGHT students . right  ! -.- ( Red Amber Green Extravaganza ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then PE !! and MDM WATI was FUN !! the funn-nest and enjoyable- est and WEIRD-est pe lessons ever !! My mondays end in a great way . wee !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt's all for today. tmr might be going back to sch or meet nithya and huzainie. i MAY not go back to sec sch cause some* ppl might not welcome me thr . lols. sadd rite ?&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; immature &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatas! my eyes are half closed.. and i've FINALLY completed the PROJECT !! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hurray !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-117008457435241167?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/117008457435241167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=117008457435241167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/117008457435241167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/117008457435241167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-dead-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116999794692457066</id><published>2007-01-28T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:25:46.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if i could wait for 2 yrs for someone whom i knew would never love me back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how long more can i wait for the one who had once loved me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but are you worth the wait ?&lt;br /&gt;you are. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just blogged to say HI , im still alive and healthy. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry guys and girls . im missing you so much. give me just this week to get back on track with you alriight ? A promise i'm making. By this week, i'll be back to my usual blogging and back hanging ard with you !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116999794692457066?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116999794692457066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116999794692457066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116999794692457066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116999794692457066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-i-could-wait-for-2-yrs-for-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116887007167294510</id><published>2007-01-15T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:07:51.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am !#$#%$%&amp;*  tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished my hmwrk at nine . suppose to use the com for thona's research. now it's already ten. and i forgot about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mondays end at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIX THIRY PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ( last lesson , PE !!!?!!?!?!?? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got something to tell my dear poa hons abt the first 3 mth course. i'll do tt tmr i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;now i'll finish her research. call my hon and get to sleep &lt;em&gt;SOON&lt;/em&gt; !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shara *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116887007167294510?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116887007167294510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116887007167294510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116887007167294510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116887007167294510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116849183291306417</id><published>2007-01-11T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:03:52.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't go to school today .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accrding to thona and kurniawan , i woke up late&lt;br /&gt;accrding to caroline and my other friends, they told me to get well soon .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accrding to me , i woke up late and am sick .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i miss ECONS lecture today . huge SIIGHS ! but my friends were so SWEET ! they called during break and sent their regards to me. they said they MISS me !! lols. esp wan . LOLS, suddenly missing me so much . i miss you guys too okays!! ( it was only one day btw.  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later im going to polyclinic. i don't wish to waste money at private clinics.  then i still going down to NV again . yesterday i pang seh them i feel so BAD lors. then toniight i shall meet nithya if she's free .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna straighten my hair !   ( nah , cnnt imagine ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, i got SUNBURNT ! the very last time was during canoeing . my nose like DAMN dry lehs. sadd sadd .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a msg from Roy :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;treat someone = rich ? No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;treat someone = good . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;therefore, do not reflect on how rich you are .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect on how good you want to be .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wake up your idea . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of msg .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. he's coming to sun plaza after sch . getting some flowers , and going down to her block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS. maybe what she sad was true. maybe he is like a fairytale prince afterall.&lt;br /&gt;which girl won't fall for these tricks he has ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lols. i shall be his fairy godsister. LOLS. ehs, i am his spiritual sister afterall. not much diff then. lols. i didn't know such guys like him existed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hey YOU,who called me ass yesterday. i LOVE you la !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116849183291306417?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116849183291306417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116849183291306417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116849183291306417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116849183291306417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-didnt-go-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116826640757006267</id><published>2007-01-08T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:26:47.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my grp members n ot online. how to discuss the project ???&lt;br /&gt;must hand up by next monday leis .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph. im darn tired. it was a warm day . start of mass lectures . start of searching for lecture rooms and tutorial rooms and ava rooms . start of ASSIGNMENTS .&lt;br /&gt;and great! what a perfect timing to get SICK.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling wasted . horrible. useless . my cold got worse . and so did my cough . ERGH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hist lesson was , erm.. we had to read article and write an essay about our opinions abt it .&lt;br /&gt;and... i know a mr. nameless and. i just talk to SKY FISH !!!!!!!!!!!! my 1st dance partner !!! he damn fun to talk with ! lols. and so CUTE!!! ( thona agrees OK! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired. and the illness is making it worse. worse .. !&lt;br /&gt;oh, MI library is nice la !&lt;br /&gt;and for the first lesson, GP, our lecture grp watched a MOVIE. lols . -.-&lt;br /&gt;tmr class finishes @ 12.30 !!&lt;br /&gt;might be going down to sch .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx wan for yr company today !! it was great shopping with you . LOLS. and all the 'things' we came across. rmb 159 !!! 159 !!! sadd. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms.. im missing something huge in my life .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NITHYA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey YOU, please give me your hugs and kisses and make me feel loved once again . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116826640757006267?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116826640757006267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116826640757006267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116826640757006267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116826640757006267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-grp-members-n-ot-online.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116818139544378005</id><published>2007-01-07T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:49:55.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTH . i looked like some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on tv !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gdness !!! eek !!!  according to them, they said there was another guy doing abt blogging too. But why was i the only student interviewed ??  not fair !! they zoom in till .. ah !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, my blog looked&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; sexy&lt;/span&gt; on tv (wth ??) . LOLS. and nithya, yr pic looked GOOD too . hahahahahahahahahahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr .. back to sch .  YAYness ! ( ya right )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116818139544378005?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116818139544378005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116818139544378005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116818139544378005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116818139544378005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/01/wth.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116800887969367396</id><published>2007-01-05T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:54:40.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we started off with clan period. then Mi dance again with a diff partner ( we girls prayed for some taller guys ) and i got this cute teddy bear !! hahas. damn tall . all the girls who prayed, got tall guys. the whole row. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry . we had nth better to do . lols. then had clan period again . practiced our dance item . then games @ the stadium . funny . VERY fun . lols . our clan had guys and girls who were TOO enthu . after games, we practiced again and the finale !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we performed at the stadium lehs ! so huge !! so paiseh !!&lt;br /&gt;and as usual we were burnt . almost. the sun la !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers and jeers filled the stadium as more grps performed and more continued cheering and 'putting down' other grps .  i think now i've officially BLACKENED ( haiya. rascist? who ? you ? lols )  darn . and went home after tt by the one hr long bus ride .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thona was sleeping. wan was sleepin . i was thinking. lols. i never waste bus rides unless i take 859  . i ONLY sleep during tt bus ride home. i like to think and let my mind wander while im in other buses. my mind likes long rides, though my arse doesn't. sadd .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here i am . orientation over . start of lessons next week .  oh grt !&lt;br /&gt;i realised i shld go bk to sch every friday . @least for mrs ong's sake .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greetings to KURNIAWAN !! ( see, one whole 'para' for you ! LOLS ) i tired la wan . you know why rite ? just thinking too much. thx for your concern ya. however no thx for that slap on my back. and no thx for the stern, anti social ' bye' you gave me yesterday . and no thx for not listening to me when i told you guys to go home first and not wait for me !! and no thx for asking me to shut up . but thx for doing all those . LOLS. MI la . make us go CRAZY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having SORE throat now. darn irritating . siighs.&lt;br /&gt;btw, we got MI towel lehs. LOLS. wth . -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116800887969367396?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116800887969367396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116800887969367396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116800887969367396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116800887969367396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-started-off-with-clan-period.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116800641773402617</id><published>2007-01-05T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:03:46.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Te reason i didn't post yesterday .. or as a matter of fact, later that day , was because i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTALLY, COMPLETELY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strained&lt;/span&gt; ( 79%)  from all the.... * drum roll *&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;games .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth! yeah . the calls i entertained were like this ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: why you call ...................?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom : where are you now ? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: duno..................?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: coming home already or not ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : huh.................. ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: okok. BYE. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ...................?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. my mom kenna irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah , and we had to learn the Mi dance. They asked the girls to stand in rows of ten . They asked the guys to stand in two lines. and brought the guys to the girls. LOLS. My 1st partner, dame cute la !!! Then we learnt the dance at the stadium under the SOL ( sun ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*skip skip *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/1600/98095/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/320/682827/images.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stayed in MI until 6.30pm to learn the dance . In the beginning we  did the 70's style, hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; when the malay guy ( forgot his name) danced like Elvis ! then danced with the guys again.. we danced like tt --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*skip skip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got wet in the rain , alighted at wrong stop , didn't know that wan and thona were still at sch waiting for me to finish . met them and went home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post another entry for the third day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116800641773402617?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116800641773402617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116800641773402617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116800641773402617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116800641773402617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/01/te-reason-i-didnt-post-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116784461769777933</id><published>2007-01-04T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:22:39.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never liked the morning RUSH .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. maybe i do . cause that's the point of time when sham keeps quiet and is not as talkative ?&lt;br /&gt;hahahas. but usually , if i know you very well, i won't speak to you in the morn . If i don't i will talk as much so that you won't feel uncomfortable.  lols. in a nutshell, i still will talk if i have company . lols .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today morn we were kinda late, but reached in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were introduced to our grp leaders ( ogls ) .&lt;br /&gt;collected cash for the oriebtation package. ( a whopping twenty BUCKS)&lt;br /&gt;went back to the hall for the Principal's msg ( a nice principal ! lols )&lt;br /&gt;then had subj combination talk ( not as boring yet )&lt;br /&gt;then had break&lt;br /&gt;and had LECTURES on the different subj !! ( our butts were aching for more than TWO hrs sitting at the hall continously ! )&lt;br /&gt;and WENT home !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget this day .It's the first time i didn't make friends or talk to anyone. so unlike meright? but eventually after break , i was stable enough emotionally to make friends. and they were such niosy and nice ppl . LOLS. like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr must wear pe attire.( means later in a few hrs )  sian mah ? SIAN! but got games. recently i never liked camps or such orientation days, but i guess it's time i stop running from reality and accept all this .  no more fears . no more! oh mans. we need to report at 7.30am!! and i need to meet thona and wan at 6.30am !! so i need to get up at 5.30am !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanted to withdraw before the break. but managed to cool myself down and not make decisions while im emotionally involved. i can't wait to meet shikin, jasreel and alisha tmr ! fun fun fun ! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came home today, i realised i am missing my friends so much !!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, to my friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Polytechnic Courses and Career Fair 2007 ( 4th - 6th Jan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue  : SP ( Dover mrt station )&lt;br /&gt;Time : 10am - 5pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Schedule of Career Talks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;thead&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Jan 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/thead&gt; &lt;tbody class="striped"&gt; &lt;tr class="odd"&gt; &lt;td&gt;12:10 - 12:50pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Information Technology&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="even"&gt; &lt;td&gt;12:50 - 1:30pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Business &amp; finance&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1:30 - 2:10pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Media &amp;amp; design&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="even"&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:10 - 3pm &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Engineering&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd"&gt; &lt;td&gt;3 - 3:40pm &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Built environment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="even"&gt; &lt;td&gt;3:40 - 4:20pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Maritime studies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4:20 - 5pm &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Chemical &amp; Life Sciences&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;thead&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Jan 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/thead&gt; &lt;tbody class="striped"&gt; &lt;tr class="odd"&gt; &lt;td&gt;12:10 - 12:50pm &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Maritime studies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="even"&gt; &lt;td&gt;12:50 - 1:30pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Chemical &amp;amp; life sciences&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd"&gt; &lt;td&gt;1:30 - 2:10pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Built environment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="even"&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:10 - 3pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Engineering&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd"&gt; &lt;td&gt;3 - 3:40pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Media &amp; design&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="even"&gt; &lt;td&gt;3:40 - 4:20pm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Information technology&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="odd"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4:20 - 5pm &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Business &amp;amp; finance&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 Jan 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30pm - 5pm      Parents Seminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Polytechnic Open House Jam &amp; HipHop &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flaunt It ! ( 12 Jan )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue : SP&lt;br /&gt;Time : 5.30pm - 11pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more abt Flaunt It : dinner bazaar and mocktail bar open from 5.30pm to 7pm . Taufik will be performing . thr'll also be performance by SP magicians, skaters and unicyclist ? lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going. are you ? Guys, i'll be going down to SP on sat again. Maybe. who's coming ?? i've got roii to show us ard thr .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116784461769777933?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116784461769777933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116784461769777933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116784461769777933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116784461769777933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-never-liked-morning-rush.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116774043483128406</id><published>2007-01-02T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:20:34.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's The End Of The Road&lt;br /&gt;- Matt Goss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday a clear horizon&lt;br /&gt;Now the clouds are rolling in it's disappeared&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I've always believed in&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how right now it all seems so unclear&lt;br /&gt;I consult my soul and it tells me that it knows&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt one day I'm gonna fly&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stand up, dust myself off&lt;br /&gt;Just for now, it's the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something ends something begins &lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;When someone loses someone wins&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;Don't get to fix it if it doesn't break&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;When you gotta leave it makes you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the end of the road, it's the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One line can change a story&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes let the line just be unsaid&lt;br /&gt;Pride only thinks about the glory&lt;br /&gt;And just the right now and not the days ahead&lt;br /&gt;I've held my breath, walked on shells hoped for the best&lt;br /&gt;What the future holds, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta stand up, dust myself off&lt;br /&gt;Just for now, it's the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something ends something begins &lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;When someone loses someone wins&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;Don't get to fix it if it doesn't break&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;When you gotta leave it makes you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been traveling, get the dust right off the windshield &lt;br /&gt;No one gets the road map to their life&lt;br /&gt;Cause life is so subjective&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my pain and I wanna protect it, &lt;br /&gt;Never blinds me always reminds me&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more to see, at the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something ends something begins&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;When someone loses someone wins&lt;br /&gt;Oh is this the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;When something ends something begins&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;When someone loses someone wins&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;Don't get to fix it if it doesn't break&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;When you gotta leave it makes you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;I know it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my 400th post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116774043483128406?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116774043483128406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116774043483128406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116774043483128406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116774043483128406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-end-of-road-matt-goss-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116715045608278422</id><published>2006-12-26T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:33:01.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a wonderful christmas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with roii and his friend, keith on the 24th.&lt;br /&gt;( these guys KNOW how to please a lady )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know why my xmas turned out the best ?&lt;br /&gt;because on xmas , i had lunch with fathona !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is better than just lunch and two friends talking about everything under the sun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple ? yeah . &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the best xmas ever &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(  and of course i didn't mention the part where i went for a movie with jase and everything ended with some unexpected (123) words. what could be better la ? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116715045608278422?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116715045608278422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116715045608278422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116715045608278422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116715045608278422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-had-wonderful-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116689312102547394</id><published>2006-12-24T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:58:41.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i ALMOST went to the Balcony today ( tt pub la) . hahas. missed the chance . but im sure there'll be another, roii said he'll bring me out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiye, and now he owes me dinner at nyp. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is revolving him and nithya mainly, SAD .&lt;br /&gt;where's my guy ?  busy .&lt;br /&gt;where's zai ? mia .&lt;br /&gt;where's thona ? busy .&lt;br /&gt;where's tom ? no idea .&lt;br /&gt;where's jh ? in the hole .&lt;br /&gt;where's cy ? hah. woah. i dunno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't blame me if i rant alot abt roii and nithya and zai . They were there when i needed them. thanks ya !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. im just too sick blog anymore. ppl, don't come to my blog anymore okay ? you will be just reading crap. stay away ! lols, serious larhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve . siighs. guess i won't be spending it with you cause you're too busy . prolly end up with the company of nth. siighs. such a sad day .. how i looked forward to xmas eve with you.. now my hope is ALL crushed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone . A day you spend with your loved ones and God. rmb to let them know how important they are in your lives  . =))&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas , you know what i want ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by the end of this post , im having a sore throat already. great way to celebrate the holiday. i might not even go for the countdown . siighs.  leave me alone already . don't come to my blog already . im sad and sick and thr's nth you can do abt it . shoo.. !! i guess this will be a lonely xmas. =)) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;shara*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116689312102547394?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116689312102547394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116689312102547394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116689312102547394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116689312102547394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-almost-went-to-balcony-today-tt-pub.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116672854007262816</id><published>2006-12-22T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T10:52:55.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks roii , for sending those really sad and old love songs.  LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were both depressing about some stuff. hahas. thanks roii again for always treating me . and for that lifetime treat of starbucks i would get if you lost the bet. ( if you win, you still treat OK! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;day before yesterday was kbox with cy and leonard and morn was with dila.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went out for dinner with roii.&lt;br /&gt;today i went out with nithya for tea and to her aunt's place.&lt;br /&gt;tmr out with fadhli .&lt;br /&gt;day after tmr going for cell group&lt;br /&gt;second day after tmr will be at church&lt;br /&gt;third day after tmr is xmas&lt;br /&gt;28th clubbing ?&lt;br /&gt;after the 28th on a date with my sexay biatch ( faRid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about going to the beach with zifu ? ( plus vodka)&lt;br /&gt;to the beach with dila ?&lt;br /&gt;sbc going out&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; together&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;date with fadhli and his love ?&lt;br /&gt;visit to fakrul's hse ?&lt;br /&gt;teppanyaki with roii ?&lt;br /&gt;when to watch the holiday ?&lt;br /&gt;then night at the musuem ??&lt;br /&gt;day out with joe ??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent decided. i miss joe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked him if he rmb me. and you knowwhat he said ?&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; " yes my dear, of course i do . " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he killed me with the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ' dear ' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i love poeple who call me that. like they are doting on me .&lt;br /&gt;so now you know, dote on me ! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i asked him how he cld rmb me amidst so many girls ?&lt;br /&gt;and he said he don't usually contact campers after camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;exception for me. &lt;/span&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;wah.. Woah!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* faint faint *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ps : see darl, im doing fine. don't worry. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116672854007262816?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116672854007262816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116672854007262816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116672854007262816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116672854007262816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/12/thanks-roii-for-sending-those-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116664947019970345</id><published>2006-12-21T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T05:32:24.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i heard barry manilow singing this first. though i preferred his voice to barbara's, here's the original song .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. turn down your volume&lt;br /&gt;2. then slowly turn it up&lt;br /&gt;3. you can don't listen to it&lt;br /&gt;4. but i like it !&lt;br /&gt;5. it's an old song. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memory - Barbara Streisand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLoMIll2bRY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i dunno if her name is right )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116664947019970345?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116664947019970345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116664947019970345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116664947019970345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116664947019970345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-heard-barry-manilow-singing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116664748193351675</id><published>2006-12-21T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T04:44:42.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not sleeping till seven. i just felt like pinnng down my thoughts , with the song from phantom of opera playing i just took my time to put down my words in some way . something very simple. hope it's nice . =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the ocean were your heart, i'm lost in it&lt;br /&gt;just as the waves pass by, rough times come across us&lt;br /&gt;and as the ocean calms, an astounding beauty it becomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling across the wonder&lt;br /&gt;as drops of water splash upon me&lt;br /&gt;your touch i feel&lt;br /&gt;perking me up even with the slightest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently the day turns to night&lt;br /&gt;and im left alone on the vast ocean&lt;br /&gt;accompanied by only the music of the waves&lt;br /&gt;darkness surrounds me as i shiver in the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you my dear ?&lt;br /&gt;how could you leave me here ?&lt;br /&gt;i peered around with fear&lt;br /&gt;as i rested at something near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my eyes take the lead&lt;br /&gt;i gave up searching for you&lt;br /&gt;they searched everywhere, failing&lt;br /&gt;and then my heart took the toll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, my gaze changed&lt;br /&gt;they moved up and i saw&lt;br /&gt;icy tears rolled down my face&lt;br /&gt;you were there all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The endless sky once empty&lt;br /&gt;now filled with numerous stars&lt;br /&gt;your warmth seeped through me within a second&lt;br /&gt;oh my, i felt so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i felt assured&lt;br /&gt;knowing you will be around for sure&lt;br /&gt;you glowed like never before&lt;br /&gt;i know i will love you forever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a movement as i woke from my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;there you were, beside me&lt;br /&gt;resting so soundly&lt;br /&gt;silently and slowly i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing i can never leave you . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116664748193351675?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116664748193351675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116664748193351675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116664748193351675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116664748193351675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-sleeping-till-seven.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116593745544325360</id><published>2006-12-12T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T11:06:59.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad is full of surprises . ( or in other words, last min decisions )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was getting ready to go and visit my poor lil lonely friend at amk ( zifu la ). lols .&lt;br /&gt;and then he called. asked if we wanted to go out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off we went to sentosa! my dad knew a nearer place to park his vehicle. entrance only to staff but he managed to bring us in as he was doing a project there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it was like super duper fun . lols. all the eye candies and playing pool . Had burben/ bourbon coke which my dad ordered when i asked for just vodka ! one jug leis ! how to finish ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, relaxed and watched  the sunset ; just one thing MISSING !&lt;br /&gt;the cam! it was in the vehicle which was a distance away. lols .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we set off to Mount Faber Park cause of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" daddy!! let's go to mount faber !! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause he drove past there .&lt;br /&gt;i was only joking lors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the sunset we made a move to mount faber park . lols.&lt;br /&gt;the jewel box like so NICE lors !!&lt;br /&gt;the scenery from the top is a must witness !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways we just went to have a drink and then went off  le bahs. late le .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the table we sat at. romantic hors. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/1600/249984/P1040578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/320/440119/P1040578.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dad and bro. -.- '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/1600/839208/P1040579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/320/100085/P1040579.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place we had a drink at. forgot the name! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/1600/555209/P1040597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/320/656444/P1040597.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEAD &lt;/span&gt;!   WHERE ?!?!?! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/1600/721640/P1040599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/320/127000/P1040599.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at mount faber la . LOLS. there got HEAD de. careful .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i feel so sleepy now . lols . blog more some other time bahs . now i need to brainstorm about my template. need to change to christmas theme de mahs . lols . hmms ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116593745544325360?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116593745544325360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116593745544325360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116593745544325360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116593745544325360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-dad-is-full-of-surprises.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116585406031344141</id><published>2006-12-11T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:21:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so lime sonic bang.. it was a BANG in the end . lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never NEVER went nuts over any singapore idol. not even when i saw some at mediacorp. But damn ! Jonathan and Hady were like.. i-don't-know-how-to-describe in person. okay, confession. i went CRAZY over their HEIGHT . lols. sorry. not them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you never fail to catch hot guys at such gigs ! after the concert, i kept on ranting about the guitarist of Ronin . i THINK his name is sean or something like tt. He's the lead guitarist . and yeah, sam cooper was CUTE . hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we saw ilyana there on the second day . hahas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i kept thinking about him . ( if you can see him )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/1600/738197/s640x4803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/320/440645/s640x4803.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grp pic w Ronin. ( the guitarist abv not in pic. SAD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/1600/6020/s640x4802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/320/721200/s640x4802.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the second day . TIRED !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/1600/804701/s640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/320/692750/s640x480.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( pictures from nithya, check out her blog for more ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days turned out to be fun in the end . anyways, TOM is back !!! and zainie is leaving. ARGH! lols. sad sia. SIGHS x infinity .  one returns and the other leaves. but zai gave his word to write on sand that he loves me and nithya. lols! it'll be a long wait for him to return .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to spend the Christmas with YOU ! but would it be possible ? sighs. I've been waiting so long just for christmas..  every christmas i always feel that something is amiss. i wonder how things will be this year ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr shall be visiting zifu and then off to orchard with mom ! teehehe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOL ( girls out loud la ) is like so hilarious !! lols .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116585406031344141?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116585406031344141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116585406031344141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116585406031344141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116585406031344141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-lime-sonic-bang.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116546718291486964</id><published>2006-12-07T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:53:02.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the first time i wore MAKEUP !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, for mediacorp thingy. hahas.  so i was suppose to be interviewed about blogging, about what it's all about and how i got introduced to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i could say is that it was  a fun experience .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, later i'll be  going shopping with nithya !! remember the Lime sonic live band thing ? yeah, she wants to buy a tie for her lovely sam cooper . and me ? supposingly see what i could wear for that day out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116546718291486964?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116546718291486964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116546718291486964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116546718291486964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116546718291486964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-is-first-time-i-wore-makeup-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116546013541658790</id><published>2006-12-07T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T10:55:35.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess where i went yesterday ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBRARY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. and cy borrowed about 16 books for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a reason *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anyways i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the only person who is traumatised by CARDS! no, not those 52 cards in a deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know in an average person's wallet, you are bound to find ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. their identity card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. KOPITIAM card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. POSB card&lt;br /&gt;4. OCBC card ( or other banks )&lt;br /&gt;5. driving license&lt;br /&gt;6. EZ link card&lt;br /&gt;7. Ns men identity card&lt;br /&gt;8. POPULAR card&lt;br /&gt;9. TIMEZONE card&lt;br /&gt;10. PASSION card&lt;br /&gt;11. cashcard&lt;br /&gt;12. namecards&lt;br /&gt;13. K BOX card&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;&gt; membership card&lt;br /&gt;15. Redemtion card ( for food or drinks ? buy10 get one free! )&lt;br /&gt;16. standard first aider card&lt;br /&gt;17. LIBRARY card ! ( some still have . )&lt;br /&gt;18. workplace entry card ?&lt;br /&gt;19. etc &lt;insert any="" you="" own="" that="" is="" not="" listed=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2o. etc&lt;insert any="" you="" own="" that="" is="" not="" listed=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert any="" you="" own="" that="" is="" not="" listed=""&gt;&lt;insert any="" you="" own="" that="" is="" not="" listed=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. So maybe i exaggerated a little bit . It's more of a list of cards you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; have in your wallets. anyways, though that is the case, it's not really the case to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/1600/834231/kopitiam_card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/320/5322/kopitiam_card.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;insert any="" you="" own="" that="" is="" not="" listed=""&gt;&lt;insert any="" you="" own="" that="" is="" not="" listed=""&gt;CARDS are going to conquer the world!!! well, LITERALLY! hahas.&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert any="" you="" own="" that="" is="" not="" listed=""&gt;&lt;insert any="" you="" own="" that="" is="" not="" listed=""&gt;sorry jason, i do understand what you mean. that KOPITIAM is just testing out this card thing. But come on people, it's FOOD! i need to buy a card before eating ? HELLO!! Thought i do agree it might be more convenient. Maybe they want to take over the world!! If not, they would have just used the ez link card right ? why create another new card that pepple have to purchase !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, i will never buy their card !!!! ( my mum already have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;premium&lt;/span&gt; card what. so why buy ? LOLS ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem paranoid don't i ? hahas. cards cards and cards .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116546013541658790?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116546013541658790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116546013541658790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116546013541658790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116546013541658790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/12/guess-where-i-went-yesterday-library.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116539657306655118</id><published>2006-12-06T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:18:03.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the first time i '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pop'- ed&lt;/span&gt; a pimple. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;got influenced by the Tyra Banks show . hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this post is specially for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms Levi&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that day**&lt;/span&gt; my lil brother was performing at his school . Where Levi's aunt works too. Conincidentally, she calls me and we both realised we were at the same venue!! She was at the staff room with her aunt while i was with my mom and elder brother watching the concert. It was such a funny incident .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/1600/480063/P1040529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/320/421295/P1040529.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; the first shot . lols        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/1600/191795/P1040530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/320/682944/P1040530.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the second .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/1600/465143/P1040528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6135/241/320/257319/P1040528.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                     &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp; there's always a blur one. lols .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there you go sweetie . lols. the ones that survived the deleting. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;i look so awkward in the pictures. lols. i like her pose in the second one. hees.&lt;br /&gt;btw, my hp wallpaper and screensaver turned out so nice can! hahas. can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116539657306655118?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116539657306655118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116539657306655118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116539657306655118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116539657306655118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-is-first-time-i-pop-ed-pimple.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116529549179702202</id><published>2006-12-05T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:11:31.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes it's a good thing to live near the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hopefully i have changed for the better .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116529549179702202?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116529549179702202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116529549179702202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116529549179702202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116529549179702202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/12/sometimes-its-good-thing-to-live-near.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116516362903560650</id><published>2006-12-03T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:48:45.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;there's a first time for everything .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's not start this post in a sad manner ya .&lt;br /&gt;let's look at the brighter side of life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , i've polished my nails BLACK ! woohoo! suits the situation i am in right now. lols. i guess im going to dress up for the Lime sonic thingy in black too ? lols. acc you leis nithya ! hahas. a dress ? nah .  something else more wild. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to the main topic in my life. WORK.&lt;br /&gt;i've always looked forward to work. part time only.&lt;br /&gt;but i landed a job full time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twelve hours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9.30&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; - 10.00&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bear with me till i finish my rantings okays ? if you don't want to hear about it then you have the liberty to leave. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my first day was kinda harsh to me. Imagine slacking during the weeks and suddenly working for long hours ? The fun part was playing with remote controlled cars! hahaha! then the children . Well some can be clingy if you got too casual with them , some full of attitudes. Others quite nice and some got on my nerves! So did the parents too. Kinda interesting to come across the various kinds of personalities out there. Another requirement of the job was to put on a smile even if your customer was slapping you with a fish . &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The customer is always right ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i got used to everything. Everyday was like a wrapped parcel . You never know what to expect . Sometimes there can be a juggler/clown springing out of a box too. Sometimes i tend to ponder on how people can be like that. I mean, being so fussy and demanding and full of themselves. Is it that difficult to accept stuff with little damage that won't affect anything at all ? Such perfectionists. Not all but some. Thank God there are some nice people out there who have humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i forget the eye candy of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all&lt;/span&gt; the girls working there ! hahas. He was so cute. Once ( i talked to him only once!! cause i faithful to someone de ! lols ) i was telling him that he had no initiative to help us with the canvas and he was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Where got ? i using EYE power leis! "&lt;/span&gt; . He reminds me of roii. Darn. How i miss that fellow ass !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came across Cash and He bin at the plaza . After work, we waited for them till eleven ! Then accompanied Cash at Semb as he chases me home and talks crap. hahas. funny fellow. the next day was going home with hebin, had dinner at yishun and then met zifu and his friend and went home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so .. yeah. those were the days of my work. Will blog more if i remember certain incidents . And await the story of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' CASHIER ' &lt;/span&gt;signboards. hahas. It made me.. think. lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr need to meet someone somewhere. problem is, i don't know HOW to get there. hahas. great !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i just watched this cambodia horror movie with my family. It was so GROSS you know!! i mean the people died a horrible death. It was a miracle i watched it continuosly . lols . Oh ya, i remembered one part of my nightmare. I was gasping so hard for air while on my bed. why arhs ? i dreamt about golfers going home too. HAHAS . why ? weird .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom will be flying off in hours time. Take care dude! Get me something hors ! hahas. joking ya .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the sbclub poeple !!!!!!!!!!!! hahas . love ya'll to bits !!&lt;br /&gt;these days i've been missing ethan .&lt;br /&gt;hahas . know why ?&lt;br /&gt;cause at my workplace, there was the duck which went ' quack quack quack ' .I subconciously told a lil friend of mine that i liked ducks. then i went HUH ? what was i saying ?. hahas. brought back memories ya. sweet and funny ones. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116516362903560650?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116516362903560650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116516362903560650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116516362903560650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116516362903560650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/12/theres-first-time-for-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116512239587148075</id><published>2006-12-03T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:06:35.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYO !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back. yeah, from WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially nithya was surprised, so was i . hahas. but still waiting for that ONE call . then i happy le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've been dead tired. and , i'll update more later alriights . i still need to go down to my workplace. but im freaking sian!! ahhs. i slack until four first . lols. laters! now no mood. lols .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss YOU !! ( yeah, you reading this . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116512239587148075?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116512239587148075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116512239587148075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116512239587148075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116512239587148075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/12/heyo-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116454749718612784</id><published>2006-11-26T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:24:57.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just dropped by to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very tired le . OFF to bed . ( daddy ordered KFC btw, tehehe . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NITHYA!! where have you been !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: bro going back tmr . =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116454749718612784?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116454749718612784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116454749718612784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116454749718612784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116454749718612784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-dropped-by-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116430207100622735</id><published>2006-11-24T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:14:31.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was fun. LOLS. so FUN . i miss hanging out with my bro's friends sia.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i had a lot of stuff to blog about .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then i realised ONE thing, and it changed my ENTIRE mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEAGHS. sians. sighs. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if our paths never crossed ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but they had.. all along .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( is missing you already. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116430207100622735?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116430207100622735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116430207100622735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116430207100622735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116430207100622735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116411857870143934</id><published>2006-11-21T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:48:24.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're just crazy lil women. lols. just off the phone with ahma and cy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i in a good mood ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause cy's not in a foul mood .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why would she be in a foul mood ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i last min back out for the chalet thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. sorry larhs. i still going over tmr lors.&lt;br /&gt;then still need to discuss the christmas thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what ?&lt;br /&gt;i ENJOY being under ahma. ( so does cy i think )&lt;br /&gt;all got same frequency ! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is a very tight day. sians. i never liked rushing nor worrying about being on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my daddy asked me since when i became a &lt;strong&gt;GOOD GIRL&lt;/strong&gt; ! whahahahas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh mans, ' im lovin' it ! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing on my list would be getting some vodka and going to the beach. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;shh...! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh.. yayy! cluster outing!! woohoo! can't wait. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im loving my brother's presence , feeling like a younger sister than the elder one. lalalas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND SHE REPLIED ME!! omgosh! she said she missed us! and she's getting married!! ah! so exciting !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. OFF now. meeting thona and dila TMR. and cy and ahma then my lil bro's speech and drama thingy. must show support leis! ( wah, im such a gd sister! HAHA! *opps? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( if this post had been the cause of a sicky feeling in your stomach, TOO BAD. ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116411857870143934?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116411857870143934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116411857870143934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116411857870143934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116411857870143934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/11/were-just-crazy-lil-women.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116394894148570477</id><published>2006-11-19T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T23:09:01.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sighs.  iLOATHEyou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MUCH&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every move of yours, makes me wonder if everything you say is true . will i regret this decision i make or will you be the one regretting ? what if i told you , it was all just a game. what if i told you i could say goodbye with no tears. what if the truth had been a lie all along . what if love had been revenge ? sweet vengeance. i can see this going nowhere, so can others. so who is the one blinded by love, me or you ? somebody said they saw you, with someone else not me . loving someone else, not me . holding someone else not me. if you're playing me, don't let me know. just leave silently . thanks to you, i have finally known the truth. i can't help feeling hopeless and used. is this all i meant to you ? i think i don't want to know. if you're walking away, bye . i've already walked far ahead. thanks for letting me know that i deserve someone better . after all, you don't care nuts about us . you have been REPLACED . hah ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116394894148570477?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116394894148570477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116394894148570477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116394894148570477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116394894148570477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/11/sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116387176923342461</id><published>2006-11-19T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:45:55.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To my two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dearest&lt;/span&gt; friends ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jiawei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(161190)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6135/241/1600/jw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6135/241/320/jw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the first time i didn't wish you on your birthday ya ? im sorry . Happy Belated Sweet Sixteen ! Our story is a long story ain't it. I don't even remeber how i got to know you . I think it's through Fadhli that i got closer to you ? i don't know. But i won't forget being yr best buddy! Though now we are both worlds apart. The times we went to Banquet for dinner. The times we spent at school argueing with one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. The time i cried bitterly on hearing the news that you had been admitted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and rushing over to see you. The times you came to my dad's shop for dinner. The time we went to the airport to fetch Feline, and failing and staying overnight there. The times during obs we were in the same group. My birthday bash, the cake YOU baked and many more things we did. Thanks for these sweet memories. I know it was because of me going to church that first started the gap between us. I am sorry. I can't do anything to prevent the distance between us. You've now got yourself another buddy in my place. Shower her with plenty of memories like you had done for me ya ? Help me take care of her kays ? Cause i know i have to leave you, eventually. But do know that i loved you. The love for a friend is more than anything else. Jiawei, my old buddy, i will be missing you . I've seen you grown from year to year,and i'll treasure each moment we spent together. Hold on to the Lord ya! He will never leave you like i did. Just promise me one thing will you ? Whenever you feel down, don't keep things to yourself.Let it all out and don't fake a smile.  I can see through it and it pains me to see you suffer in silence. Talk to God or just one close friend of yours. Fadhli has called for dinner like the old times. You want to spent one last time having dinner together ? =)) You used to be my lil boy! and look at you now. I feel do darn proud of you. hahas. take care ya! You always have a place in my heart. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday one again.&lt;/span&gt; May God bless you abundantly in all aspects.                                                                                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;love you always..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fathona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(171190)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6135/241/1600/thona.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6135/241/320/thona.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had no idea you would be the one with me during my last years in secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e both came from.. nowhere? and ended up together. I actually didn't know you much until we ended up in the same class. And how did we end up sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; together?? hahas. But i knew you were in the same state i was in when we entered 3e2 . Both devastated ya? You were so quiet you know. So i had to be quiet too. hahas. Little did i know you TALK AS MUCH as me ! hahahas. so unexpected . It wasn't until this year that we got to know each other better. Remember you lost your glasses like twice and used mine ?  Remember Mdm sung said, " Fathona, stop talking!" hahas. And that expression on your face. We went through quite a heap this year didn't we ? When tensions arised in both our friendships. Times you would breakdown when i started talking to you abt the problems. When you always try to put on a smile despite the pain in your heart. You go girl. The way you would start panicking whenever i teared infront of you. Thanks for being there for me. Thanks for the certain times when you knew i just needed to cry things out and didn't stop me. And im sorry for sometimes just leaving you by yourself. I lazy to come to sch la. hahas. but you had Amala rmb ?? lols. and i just somehow know something happened with the way you act at times. and when i shortened your name to 'thona' . hahas. i very lazy huh? lols. OH! rmb signing our names and 'vandalising' foolscap and writing down song lyrics and singing in class. hahas. Those times. It has come to an end ya. We'll both be going our separate ways soon. =)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy SWEET sixteen !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with lots of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your buddy . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116387176923342461?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116387176923342461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116387176923342461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116387176923342461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116387176923342461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-my-two-dearest-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116361776566763492</id><published>2006-11-16T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T03:19:30.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6135/241/1600/852397-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6135/241/320/852397-007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kiss me in the rain .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116361776566763492?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116361776566763492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116361776566763492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116361776566763492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116361776566763492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/11/kiss-me-in-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116292265640393029</id><published>2006-11-08T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T02:15:29.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this will be a quckie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ss paper is the sweetest paper mans. though i don't think i can score well la . well 3 papers down. more to go .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i wanted to blog abt something but i forgot . oh yeas, i've come across many who have been quite sucidal this week. inclusive of me. ( shhh. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- im finally sick. saw it coming actually . been sleeping late nights and my migraine is back. so is the cough as im losing my voice. bleaghs. i'll go nuts if i ever get a cold during this period .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the end of O means making some impt decisions. and i don't want to face it . zai told me not to commit and be carefree.. but i feel that i shld take the responsibility. afterall, it was God who answered MY prayers. i asked for it . how ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- i think it's time to forgive her . i can't hold it against her anymore. i actually need her back in my life . i don't know , have not been contacting her for the past 2 yrs already . I wonder .. what would happen ? what if my brother got to know and gets angry ? but i really really need her . sighs. i need to take this step .. but will she dare to even face me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you sweeties .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116292265640393029?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116292265640393029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116292265640393029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116292265640393029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116292265640393029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-will-be-quckie.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116264775361003961</id><published>2006-11-04T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:42:33.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. you know my nose is going to bleed soon ? it's &lt;em&gt;as though&lt;/em&gt; someone had punched me. and there are my very gd friends who are willing to give me a punch to equalize the pain. ohmans. painful leis !!! haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gtg .  if you miss me, just need to give me a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . &lt;em&gt;*hinthint*&lt;/em&gt; hahas. you can think anyhow .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sham&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116264775361003961?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116264775361003961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116264775361003961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116264775361003961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116264775361003961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/11/heyo-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116229056568441231</id><published>2006-10-31T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:57:27.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun , so was today. i still laugh thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after mt papers right, me, zai, nithya, tom, jia hui, went to mac.. then HOR !! that girl who admire zainie right.. practically 'stalk' him leis. HAHA! Then she made a fool out of herself. ohmans. so many funny things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, me, nithya and zainie.. erms.. planned to walk to semb beach la. hahahahas!! like what nithya said.. BIG MISTAKE!! lols. we travelled from &lt;strong&gt;New Zealand&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Australia&lt;/strong&gt;, then &lt;strong&gt;Canada&lt;/strong&gt; and got STUCK at &lt;strong&gt;KENYA&lt;/strong&gt; !! hahahahahas!! ohmans. im uttering rubbish. actually it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to tell you guys what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the STORY , visit &lt;a href="http://lifewidanecho.livejournal.com"&gt;Nithya's&lt;/a&gt; blog !!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today, i think the EVRYONE at KFC knows about how weird our sch is. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;what the fish mans. lols. now laugh like crazy.. when get results going to cry like crazy too. blahs. im off. peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6135/241/1600/kinderG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( i look like some mad girl . as usual . )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6135/241/320/kinderG.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BOO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy halloween people .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116229056568441231?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116229056568441231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116229056568441231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116229056568441231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116229056568441231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-was-fun-so-was-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116179729705607437</id><published>2006-10-26T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T01:32:53.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's an interesting experience to study all day long. In fact, it can be enjoyable at times .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*look who's talking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing to blog about actually. I've been thinking about not much things ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting.. after O's, it'll be fun and fun. Imagine being back with nura, yati and gang.Back to amk, the place where everything began. * yadda yadda yadda *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've never quite liked to meet new faces though i can start mingling well with them. I suppose you can compare me to a hermit crab. However, the sun has started to shine and it's time the crab got out of it's shell . It's time soon . Can't run away no more .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now , i honestly sympathize with &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . Why are you wasting your precious time reading my meaningless posts ? aiye . so sadd . ( see, i've nothing to blog about .. really ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should tell you about &lt;em&gt;antagonyms?&lt;/em&gt; (sp?) or maybe my all time favourite &lt;em&gt;oxymorons&lt;/em&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( heh. i don't want to tell you &lt;em&gt;leh&lt;/em&gt; . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;em&gt;. like who would want to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6135/241/1600/flower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6135/241/320/flower1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6135/241/1600/flower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6135/241/1600/flower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The haze present around us could never compare to the haze you've created in me. I wake up with my eyes to the sky and fall into a daze. Is it just me or is my world really dull and unclear ? The haze has never stopped me nor anyone from anything , but.. i was blinded somehow. Are we close to one another ? Have you been standing by my side ? The haze you've created has blinded me from truly understanding our relationship. Who are you to me ? Maybe it's just my feelings stirring up into a smog. But how can it be when i don't feel anything towards you anymore . Is my vision the only thing fading or is my feelings doing the same too ? the haze seems to be increasing and i seem to be losing your hand. As i turned and searched for you frantically .. i found nothing . Not you, not anyone . Just me, myself and i surrounded by thick layers of haze . And slowly.. i begin to fade away too . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116179729705607437?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116179729705607437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116179729705607437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116179729705607437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116179729705607437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-interesting-experience-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116161544349857629</id><published>2006-10-23T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T01:19:58.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised i can afford to go to coffee bean or starbucks everyday( alt wks la! ). but i can't afford to feel bad about the 6 bucks i spent on just a cup of coffee everyday when i can get numerous cups of coffee at home without moving a muscle nor spending a cent . bleaghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot chocolate yesterday was.. over the top !&lt;br /&gt;ohmans.. but i can't get over the White Chocolate coffee.. ah fcuk the creamy.. smooth.. taste. ah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH!!! i've FINALLY found my fav cake !!!!! the one tt i once tasted and fell in love immediately with years back !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the truffle cake aka the &lt;em&gt;Thousand Leaves Choc Cake&lt;/em&gt; !!! ah!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiye, isn't today a joyous day ! ohmans. this feels sooo GREAT ! but it'll be a while until i have the desire to have sweets or chocolates again. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms. then i've decided to go to starbucks or coffee bean on weekends &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;public holidays&lt;/em&gt;. lols . ( which is TMR ! yay !) or not ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn, i miss my pals. all busy with the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Diwali and Hari Raya sweeties !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;( and i miss you lots &lt;strong&gt;dearest&lt;/strong&gt; ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;shara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116161544349857629?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116161544349857629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116161544349857629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116161544349857629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116161544349857629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-realised-i-can-afford-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116127350924470802</id><published>2006-10-19T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:29:22.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised this aint the time to shut down my blog .Cause i need to treasure the events that took place during my O's . LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was practical. huge thanks to fathona, she freaked me out in the morning when she came late and didn't bring her hp !! i was like.. ohmans .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. my phy.. was like don't know what. but chem was fun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being quarantined from ten to one thirty is .. PATHETIC. so many things happened. and.. well, like that larhs . hmm. i kinda miss mr albert tan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that , the 3* of us went to the usual place that the 2* of us would go. we crapped and laughed until we got sleepy and tired( maybe only me. lols ) . then we sent him off, and 2* of us went our separate ways. hahas. oh ya, and the haze was so horrible mans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. then nth much le bahs. just that .. i think im gonna let go of those who let me go le. bye to you . so fcuk la okies ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the period when you realise who are your true friends and who aren't&lt;/em&gt; . - Levi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been with a fcuking FALSE friend for 4 fcuking years. what was i thinking ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( the fcuk word is used because i've been influenced by a book. lols. it'll go away . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6135/241/320/grad%20day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;sham sham&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116127350924470802?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116127350924470802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116127350924470802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116127350924470802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116127350924470802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-realised-this-aint-time-to-shut-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116047590920627013</id><published>2006-10-10T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:41:51.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This blog will not be functioning as normal for &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( because the blogger is under loads of stress = emotionally unstable/ over sensitive /no time/ physically unwell . ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bear with me ya ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lots of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sham sham &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116047590920627013?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116047590920627013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116047590920627013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116047590920627013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116047590920627013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-blog-will-not-be-functioning-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116041431656941658</id><published>2006-10-10T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:18:36.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nithya is asking me to change to live journal . lols. but you know this lazy ass of mine can't make decisions. hmms. now this is what you call bad comparison. you don't compare lazyness with making decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm aini lessons were hilarious yet solemn? as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess programme was CRAP! i was falling asleep and was having migraine. as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia hui didn't come to school. that ass . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to mr akmal was fun though . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm sung &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; blamed me for something . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with nithi . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poa mcq test this wed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p2mock on thurs after sch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr &lt;strong&gt;don't know&lt;/strong&gt; if thr is any science mock . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im beginning to dislike certain ppl. everytime i look at them, i feel so TORMENTED ! i think im getting fed-up le. you know, i really would understand if i made a mistake and if i were blamed for anything. but right now, according to ppl, i didn't make any mistakes and i am getting punished for that.. hmm.. if you want to hate me, do so with ANY reason. atleast have a reason.  that's all i ask for. because if you hate anyone with no reason, you're just another * whatever * . i shan't call others names as you reap what you sow . blahs. POEPLE ! bear with me. i think im just emotionally unstable during this period before the O's. Until this day, every sight of her makes me want to cry, but i can't . sighs. i have NEVER faced this kind of HURT in my life at ALL . it's so deep and it's not healing . it's just tearing open again and again . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can't wait to leave NV. cause i can't take the pain . i don't want to see you no more . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by the way, wishing for something and idling abt it, gets you no where. if you really wish for something. you should at least make the efforts for it to come true.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116041431656941658?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116041431656941658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116041431656941658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116041431656941658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116041431656941658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/10/nithya-is-asking-me-to-change-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116030546013265484</id><published>2006-10-08T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T19:04:20.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the news has reached it's destination . the calling is here . my decision has been made . it's time to make the move . not a coincidence, but everything was planned . can't wait any further, for anything , nor for anyone . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go, &lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116030546013265484?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116030546013265484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116030546013265484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116030546013265484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116030546013265484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/10/news-has-reached-its-destination.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-116024875410811277</id><published>2006-10-08T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T18:32:18.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you're bored, you will finally succumb to such questionaires .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( from kurniawan )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven weird FACTS about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( HUHS?! i don't know.. really.. )&lt;br /&gt;(1)I like the pain piercings cause&lt;br /&gt;(2)I like cleaning the house when nobody asks me to&lt;br /&gt;(3)I fall for guys who look serious&lt;br /&gt;(4)racist to my own race ?&lt;br /&gt;(5)I can get angry anytime for any reasons ?&lt;br /&gt;(6)I don't &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; fancy non-fiction stuff&lt;br /&gt;(7)I love both art and maths ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven HABITS about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)Read novels&lt;br /&gt;(2)Talks rubbish ?&lt;br /&gt;(3)Smile a lot ?&lt;br /&gt;(4)Cry a lot ?&lt;br /&gt;(5)Laugh a lot ?&lt;br /&gt;(6)Surf the Net&lt;br /&gt;(7)Watch old chinese movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven THINGS about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)Hot- tempered&lt;br /&gt;(2)Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;(3)loves cartoons&lt;br /&gt;(4)i think too much&lt;br /&gt;(5)not very open-minded&lt;br /&gt;(6)I don't like the mordern world&lt;br /&gt;(7)entertain others' nonsenses all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven OTHER people to do this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone ? someone ? everyone ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( from shairul )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;strong&gt;single, taken 0r crushing? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;single . ( but huge crushing going on ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;strong&gt;are y0u happy with your life n0w? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im alright but not quite happy. not yet .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04.&lt;strong&gt; have y0u ever had your heart br0ken?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would have been dead then . literally, no ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.&lt;strong&gt; d0 y0u believe there are some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheating = lust, not love . but i say.. yes i believe in some cases it's acceptable .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;strong&gt;w0uld y0u take back some0ne if he cheats you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;depends on the reasons he had for cheating on me .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. &lt;strong&gt;have y0u talk ab0ut marriage with an0ther bef0re? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my o'level eng oral examiners ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;strong&gt;d0 y0u want children? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of course . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;strong&gt;h0w many?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;two ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;strong&gt;w0uld y0u c0nsider ad0pti0n? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yupx. why not ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;if someone like you right now, what do you think is the best way to let you know his/her feelings? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;face to face . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;d0 y0u enj0y getting int0 relati0nships? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;relationships = friendships/ family relations ? then yes . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;h0nest, what is the furthest you and your ex did? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no ex(s) nor y(s) or z(s)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;d0 y0u believe in love at first sight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;infactuation, yes. love, no . ( but it may happen ya ? possibilities exist.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;are y0u r0mantic?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sad to say, i don't know ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;d0 y0u believe y0u can change s0me0ne? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only God transforms people. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;if y0u c0uld be married s0mewhere, where w0uld it be? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;never thought about it . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;d0 y0u easily give in when y0u are fighting? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yupx yupx .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;d0 y0u have feelings f0r s0me0ne right n0w? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unfortunately, yes . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;have y0u ever wished y0u c0uld have had s0me0ne but you messed it up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yupx. but what's done cannot be undone . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.&lt;strong&gt; have y0u ever br0ken a heart? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;according to some people, i have . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;if 0ne day y0ur best friend fell in l0ve with the Girl/Boy y0u deeply are in love with, what w0uld y0u d0? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not get in their way. be there if either needs my company or wise words ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;are you missing s0me0ne right n0w?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y0u have t0 ask 5 0f y0ur friends t0 d0 this survey in their blogs.Write d0wn their names in the list bel0w.Tag them in their bl0g t0 let them know!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyone larhs. how about.. YOU! so you better go about doing it okies!! (like you would listen . -.- ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** answers to any of the questions above are NOT reliable . =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday was so fun can !! hahas. lazy to elaborate we made fools of ourselves, carrying lighted lanterns along the road. LOLS. paiseh !! hahas. then called wj down to join us. and cy MADE me like wj. ahh!! ( everytime i look at my hp's wallpaper, my hear flutters! =x ) then studied at mac til morn was..erms.. so many incidents took place. quite entertaining but tiring. and had surprises. im so used to encountering 'people' at mac. get what i mean ? hees . leo, hebin and cx were studying thr too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..girls will go crazy over wj when he's 16 man. aiyes. so sad for me. LOLS. he's such a POTENTIAL heart-throb! ( but is a HUGE pain in the ass right now. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. it's 3 am already. i better get to sleep or i'll be late tmr .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;sham sham&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-116024875410811277?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/116024875410811277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=116024875410811277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116024875410811277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/116024875410811277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-youre-bored-you-will-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-115971716707922361</id><published>2006-10-01T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:39:27.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy childrens' day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;farid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, miss you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-115971716707922361?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/115971716707922361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=115971716707922361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115971716707922361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115971716707922361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/10/btw-happy-childrens-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-115971588616269666</id><published>2006-10-01T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:29:16.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks ya ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sham, you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B*TCH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! fish off larhs ! go and DIE can ?! go to HELL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what's the use ? im HOPELESS. USELESS . fishing stupid idotic world .&lt;br /&gt;people you can REJOICE now . sham has decided not to be close to anyone ANYMORE. she is a fisher who lets people down, who hurts people instead of bringing them joy . sham is never a friend . don't get too close to her , in the end she WILL LEAVE you for no reason just like she did to her friends. and YOU will LEAVE her for NO REASON too just like her FRIEND did .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sham is such a LET-DOWN !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im disgraced, sham! how could you ! i THOUGHT you could help others be more optimistic but look at you now.. im disgusted to even look at you ! how could you turn so negative ? and how could you blame yr friends for it ?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i do ? smile happily and say, ' oh, thanks for giving me the cold shoulder suddenly ! so NICE OF YOU ! ' ???!?!?!??!?!??!?!?!?!??!?!??!??!!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?!?!??!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nono. i SHOULDN"T HAVE been negative..then what ?! do WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;how can you not be when things go wrong at the WRONG time ?!&lt;br /&gt;when someone who GAVE YOU THEIR WORD that there won't be a dist, suddenly CREATED A DISTANCE btw you and them ?!?!??&lt;br /&gt;now, was i betrayed? or did i betray them ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fault . all along .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i hate myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again ya ? you were so sweet !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of hatred,&lt;br /&gt;fianlly a b*tch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-115971588616269666?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/115971588616269666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=115971588616269666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115971588616269666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115971588616269666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/10/thanks-ya-sham-you-btch-fish-off-larhs.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-115954735784575639</id><published>2006-09-30T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:58:29.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Last - Taufik &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I never could imagine, life without you&lt;br /&gt;From the moment you walked into my world&lt;br /&gt;Never knew how long a loving flame could burn&lt;br /&gt;But losing you has forced me to learn&lt;br /&gt;That we can't change the way we feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And every try at love never turns out right&lt;br /&gt;We both know it's better if we just let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One last kiss&lt;br /&gt;One last touch&lt;br /&gt;One last tender moment between us&lt;br /&gt;One last dance&lt;br /&gt;To our first song&lt;br /&gt;While pretending there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;Let's stay here for awhile and&lt;br /&gt;Cherish every moment we're in denial&lt;br /&gt;We both know&lt;br /&gt;Its better if we just let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everytime I try to take a stand at all&lt;br /&gt;I see your face again and I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night there's the scent of a rose&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your perfume I suppose&lt;br /&gt;But we can't change the way we feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And every try at love never turns out right&lt;br /&gt;We both know it's better if we just let it go&lt;br /&gt;So let's have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Baby if we met each other under a different sky&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then things would be much better between you and I&lt;br /&gt;We could always hold on to this one special thing we share&lt;br /&gt;But it would be too much for us to bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So let's have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know&lt;br /&gt;It's better if we just let it go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[ after so long, i got reminded of this song . i don't know why some are highlighted. hmms. ask my heart . ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shara*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-115954735784575639?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/115954735784575639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=115954735784575639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115954735784575639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115954735784575639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-last-taufik-i-never-could-imagine.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-115954605928900208</id><published>2006-09-29T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:07:39.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this morning , i almost met with accident&lt;strong&gt;S . &lt;/strong&gt;i almost cried out of fear . The whole morning i was pale and my thoughts just went back the the moment when i was in btw the 6 - laneD road. it was the first time i crossed RECKLESSLY . i had no idea what was in my mind .. i would have been in a hospital if not for .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* skip skip *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents can be &lt;em&gt;damn freaking&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;UNREASONABLE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs, i almost cried because of what he said .&lt;br /&gt;and if he knew i cried, he'll complain .&lt;br /&gt;and if i didn't, he'll still complain .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i didn't do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i was freaking tired. i didn't eat the whole day . and thanks to him i finally lost all of my appetite. The only reason i had a few mouthful of food was because i gave my word to tom i would eat when i'm home. and i did so . sorry thona, she was nagging me for not eating either. sighs. and sorry for making you worried dila. sorry everyone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got freaking feelings too la ! i try my very best to not create problems and there goes your nasty mouth uttering nasty words. i try my best to keep things as they are and you just don't see it do you ?! tolerance. tolerance . and MORE tolerance. all this better pay off one day . all is about YOU YOU and freaking YOU . if i say anything it's called talking back, if i don't it's called ignorance?! say all you want larhs. I DON"T FREAKING CARE ABOUT YOUR BLOODY DAMN FISHING WORDS ! everything was fine you know, and he just HAD to find trouble . and in the end, it's always MY FISHING FAULT for talking back HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. nvm. anyways if you're wondering who i fall in love with, it is no other than ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6135/241/400/Inuyasha%20Kiddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY Inuyasha !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;shara*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-115954605928900208?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/115954605928900208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=115954605928900208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115954605928900208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115954605928900208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-morning-i-almost-met-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-115946455171645295</id><published>2006-09-29T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:29:11.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im in love, ONCE AGAIN!! with the SAME PERSON!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;sham sham&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-115946455171645295?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/115946455171645295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=115946455171645295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115946455171645295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115946455171645295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-love-once-again-with-same-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-115901395707700963</id><published>2006-09-23T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T20:19:17.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MCD story 3 coming SOON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i stopped patronizing mcd nowadays, was because of the previous 2 mcd stories .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one as started . this time, it's going to be a continous story. hahahas. so FUN can ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms.. if you don't understand me, it's because the &lt;em&gt;mcd story 1 and 2&lt;/em&gt; took place 2 YEARS back . hahahahahas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAI MING!!! he shall be my help ! hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i shouldn't play with feelings . hmms . nvm .  lols .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i felt so good after mastering my redox reactions !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-115901395707700963?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/115901395707700963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=115901395707700963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115901395707700963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115901395707700963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/09/mcd-story-3-coming-soon-reason-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-115885726341145284</id><published>2006-09-22T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:47:43.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was thinking ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTHING .  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( LOL . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-115885726341145284?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/115885726341145284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=115885726341145284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115885726341145284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115885726341145284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-115850774397577102</id><published>2006-09-17T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:42:29.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#1 .  Have you ever , cried just at the sight or presence of someone special ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, it can be the comforting aura that the person has. It can happen too when you miss that person so much and you finally got to see them. Infact, there are many reasons one can cry upon seeing someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets have this scenario alright . You're walking home from school, feeling tired when you noticed someone familiar at the bus stop from afar.. and thoughts start to fill your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sighs, how i wished she understood me ..&lt;br /&gt;- if only i could tell her how much i care ..&lt;br /&gt;- so many things i need to tell you ..&lt;br /&gt;- those times ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there are just &lt;em&gt;no reasons&lt;/em&gt;. Eye contact and the next minute, both parties cry . This is something that we come across when the mutual understanding is deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it's just me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Have you ever, EVER imagined being kissed on your forehead ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never. Never have i even dreamt about having one . You know why ?&lt;br /&gt;Because it's the most precious kiss you could ever receive.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much a person can feel loved when kissed on the forehead ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it's also one of the difficult kisses to receive . Am i just lucky or am i really loved ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Have you ever been neither here or there in a situation ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's horrible .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like this ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you can't sleep , neither do you have a choice to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;- you wish to take both Bio and Lit , but you can only choose one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop here for today .&lt;br /&gt;My blocked nose and ear are affecting the way i think now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime our hands slightly touch, i lose myself to you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime you look into my eyes, i lose myself in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime you walked away from me , i lose myself for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do i just miss you, or do i really miss you ? or is it.. just me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-115850774397577102?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/115850774397577102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=115850774397577102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115850774397577102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115850774397577102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-115799052009905393</id><published>2006-09-11T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:16:05.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mom came to me, and asked &lt;em&gt;" got problem ah ? "&lt;/em&gt; . She somehow thinks my face is like however it is because of some problem im having with my friend. ehs ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was horrible . not enough sleep = restless me = emotionally unstable = grumpy / sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zainie says i should RATHER cry over my studies than anything else*. sighs .&lt;br /&gt;i so wanted to cry, but i just can't .&lt;br /&gt;i was ( am ) going real nuts le.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like destroying the stuff ard me .&lt;br /&gt;but i can't .&lt;br /&gt;i want to scream out as loud as i can .&lt;br /&gt;but i can't .&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS. whatever la .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress ? tell me abt it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tom! you didn't have to go on your knees!! omg ! so paiseh ! hahas . but, thanks ya, for the smile you brought upon my face. Zainie dear, thanks for the company ya and for withstanding my whiny-ness, grumpy-ness and the nonsenses i talked abt just now. =))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to study le . oh ya, my cough is coming back &lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt; . &lt;em&gt;double &lt;/em&gt;siighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* im sorry for the tears . im sorry for the pain .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-115799052009905393?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/115799052009905393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=115799052009905393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115799052009905393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115799052009905393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-mom-came-to-me-and-asked-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858589.post-115765379164970168</id><published>2006-09-08T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T02:29:51.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6135/241/1600/Alexandra%20Hospital%20Mural%20Painiting%208%20Jun%2005%20091b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6135/241/400/Alexandra%20Hospital%20Mural%20Painiting%208%20Jun%2005%20091b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just LOVE this picture.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shara *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5858589-115765379164970168?l=-crossroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/feeds/115765379164970168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5858589&amp;postID=115765379164970168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115765379164970168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858589/posts/default/115765379164970168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-crossroads.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-just-love-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Cziley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
